No one built the room

[Intro] One hand brought the timber. One hand turned the screw. Nobody saw the room. [Verse 1] A measured cut. A numbered piece. A quiet task completed clean. A signature. A lowered eye. A smaller truth to fit the file. Each hand received a single part. No one was shown the final shape. We called it work. We called it order. We never called it what it made. [Pre-Chorus] There was no architect, no name above the door. Only a thousand harmless reasons not to ask what they were for. [Chorus] NO ONE BUILT THE ROOM! NO ONE TURNED THE KEY! EVERY HAND WAS CLEAN WHEN THE WALLS CLOSED IN ON ME! WE ONLY MOVED THE PIECES! WE ONLY PLAYED OUR PART! NO ONE BUILT THE ROOM— BUT HERE WE ARE. [Technical Guitar Turn] [Verse 2] The hinge blamed the door. The door blamed the frame. The frame blamed the drawing that carried no name. The mouth blamed the order. The order blamed need. The need grew a body that nobody agreed. A little permission. A little retreat. A little more silence to keep the machine neat. Nothing looked wicked held up to the light. The darkness appeared when the pieces aligned. [Pre-Chorus 2] There was no single moment we could point to as the fall. Only everybody touching it— and nobody touching it at all. [Chorus] NO ONE BUILT THE ROOM! NO ONE TURNED THE KEY! EVERY HAND WAS CLEAN WHEN THE WALLS CLOSED IN ON ME! WE ONLY MOVED THE PIECES! WE ONLY PLAYED OUR PART! NO ONE BUILT THE ROOM— BUT HERE WE ARE. [Post-Chorus] Piece by piece. Name by name. Nothing guilty. Something made. Piece by piece. Breath by breath. Nothing chosen. Something left. [Progressive Instrumental Section] [Bridge] Maybe evil has no essence. Maybe it is only space between the deed and its conclusion, between the hand and what it makes. Maybe monsters are the pictures we assemble facing down— each of us protecting our small corner of the ground. [Heavy Rhythmic Return] I SAW NO BLOOD! I HEARD NO CRY! I ONLY HELD MY END IN LINE! I KNEW ONE PIECE! I MISSED THE WHOLE! THAT IS HOW THE ROOM WAS CLOSED! [Final Chorus] NO ONE BUILT THE ROOM! NO ONE TURNED THE KEY! EVERY HAND WAS CLEAN— THAT DOESN’T MAKE US FREE! WE ONLY MOVED THE PIECES! WE ONLY PLAYED OUR PART! NO ONE BUILT THE ROOM— BUT HERE WE ARE. NO ONE BUILT THE ROOM! So tell me— who will take it apart? [Outro] One hand drops the timber. One hand leaves the screw. Sometimes all it takes to stop the room is someone seeing through.