Conor Quinn
the architects
City lights rise like saints above the fires
Tonight there will be war
Shattered glass glows like shiny diamonds
Broken dreams upon the floor
And we'll rise up wih our rifles in our hands
City lights rise like saints above the fires
Tonight there will be war
Shattered glass glows like shiny diamonds
Broken dreams upon the floor
And we'll rise up wih our rifles in our hands