With the world at it's end
I don't believe in sin
I don't believe in Him
I don't mean to offend

Take it as you will, I
Take it as I feel, I
Do it for the thrill and

As a good friend once said
Oh, you are the architect
He said
You're not dead

And taking down the signs
Of picket lines inside
My picket fence is dried
I'll try with all my might

To take it out on those
For which try to impose
Their view over my own
What's life without a throne?

He said
Oh, you are the architect
He said
You're not dead
I'm not dead
He's not dead
And I said, no

You're one living boy
Living boy
Living boy
Living boy

He said, yeah
Oh, you are the architect
He said
You're not dead