The Architecture of Echoes

[Intro] [Verse 1] The quiet has a ringing tone, A frequency I’ve come to own. A rumor of a world that’s sleeping Wove a thread into my soul. And a blueprint of the ruin, it took a silent, steady hold, And it built… the architecture of echoes. [Verse 2] Through corridors of silver light, I saw the figures in the night. Ten thousand faces, lit by promise, Staring into empty space. With hands that build on nothing, and run a race without a place, They praise the grand design, this architecture of echoes. [Bridge] “Brothers,” I cried, “This house we claim Is but a blueprint and a name! The foundation that you stand on Is the memory of a floor.” But my words, like drifting dust motes, were absorbed into the roar... [Verse 3] And in the courtyard, cold and vast, They worshiped shadows that were cast By a monument to progress That was never meant to last. And a signal from a tower read: “The past is all you need. Let the glory of what has been be your solitary creed.” [Chorus] And the verse was consecrated by the architecture of echoes. [Outro] And now the quiet rings its tone, Upon this vacant, polished stone. The only thing that’s growing here Is living all alone Within the walls… of the architecture of echoes.