Palaces of silver and gold

Cannot be designed overnight

It's like the saying I've often been told

"No matter the cost, do things right"

You have to be careful

You have to be diligent

Planning and measuring every detail

Creating is drawing, erasing and drawing again

And I've never been in it for fame or attention

I only work hard so the structures won't fail

And seeing it finished is worth every mora I spend

Within every building made with pride

The architect lives on inside

Shining paint, a marble heart

That's what makes a work of art

We build and we play

Sculpting dreams out of clay

With the hope that our towers don't fall

That we won't have to see the writing on the wall

The more you work, the higher the stakes

And the bigger the sorrows to drown

'Cause one mistake is all that it takes for the walls to come crumbling down

You have to ignore them, the echoing voices

That cackle and curse as you toil away

Cover your ears and focus on boxes and lines

And the shadowy figures, they're nothing but shadows

Like ink on a page, they have nothing to say

But maybe, just maybe

They're trying to give me a sign

That in every building made with pride

The architect remains inside

Peeling paint, a heavy heart

That's what makes a work of art

We scream and we pray

Sculpting dreams out of clay

As we try not to look at the scrawl

The message of doom, the writing on the wall

Everyday we play this game of chance

Whirling through a desperate dance

Sketching visions in our heads

Just to see them ripped to shreds

This road that we share

Doesn't lead anywhere

But there's nothing an artist can do

When you swing your brush, you have to follow through

Within every building made with pride

The architect is trapped inside

Bleeding paint, a shattered heart

That's what makes a work of art

I'll fight for control

But the "right way" takes a toll

And still, at the end of it all

I can't escape my fate, the writing's on the wall