In a family where madness was worn like jewelry
Displayed with the sense of ownership
And pride not seen from the outside
Reading of subtext that's never been spoken
Rage percolating promise as token
White knuckled fear by adrenaline pumping
The slack in your back of the weight you are dumping
So it goes and who know the secrets you harbor
Will it be and could we have known the things in your larder
Bones long since crumpled in your fits of pique
And no one saw it, they thought it was chic
The life not worth mention that spun you that way
The Architect smiles at this twisted array
The Architect dreams and those dreams become real
A touch of perversion till we've lost the feel
The Architect swoons at desires deflected
The Architect pines away at reason rejected
It doesn't take a genius who starts to figure out
The malice that belies the ugliness that lies about
Content with platitudes and all that does for ego
The Architect has fooled us to think
Peace reigns wherever he goes