The Architect

Hey you You've been here for so long What you crave will soon be yours Or so they've told you It was you The biggest servant to the grind All for nothing just a hustle Designed to haunt you Thriving self Sitting deaf Into his wooden kingdom Is love real? Or born surreal? My hand is driven by you Why? Are you doing this to me? Why? Acting in my own show Hey you You've been denied for so long Still all you think is let it pass Well let me show you It was you That made a limbo out of your mind A passive state A possum play You turned the joke on you Thriving self Sitting deaf Into his wooden kingdom Is love real? Or born surreal? My hand is driven by you Why? Are you doing this to me? Why? Acting in my own show Your stare's too short To reach the facts No comfort outside the box The limits of which you just defined No chain reactions In a balanced purgatory A glimpse in a mirror helps you find The face Of the architect