The Architect.
I’m a passive guy, never had much of a reaction,
But you, the builder, work on unstable ground…
Eventually, this building’s gonna have to take action
The foundation’s cracked, and the structure isn't sound.
Architecture was never your strong point.
You've made that quite apparent to see.
Your work is sure to disappoint,
You've already disappointed me.
You've added too much weight for unstable ground to take.
And now this building’s ready to cave.
This sleeping giant is beginning to awake,
Now it’s coming down like a tidal wave!
You brought this upon yourself, you fool.
You never knew when to call it quits…
You worked and built in a manner so cruel,
That this building’s collapse only fits.
Construction is a dangerous game for the architect
When safety precautions are shown neglect
You, the builder, will earn no respect
How’s it feel in retrospect?
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