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[Verse 1]
A phantom with grace, a student of pain,
They map the foundations of what you sustain.
They study the pillars, the trust and the care,
Awaiting the moment to lay the soul bare.
[Pre-Chorus]
A will that won’t bend, a means to an end,
The mask of the martyr becomes their best friend.
The virtue is signaled, a brilliant disguise
For the cold possession that lives in their eyes.
[Chorus]
The architect of agony, the tyrant of the lie,
Who finds their salvation in another's last cry.
They burn down the bridges, then weep at the blaze,
And feed on the chaos for all of their days.
A portrait of poison, a god in their game,
Smiling at the ruins, whispering their name.
[Verse 2]
They craft a new history from whispers and thread,
And plant their own truth deep inside every head.
They weaponize kindness, they weaponize doubt,
And build a new prison from the inside out.
[Pre-Chorus]
They play the protector, a soul to embrace,
But you can’t see the smirk that is fixed on their face.
The puppets are summoned, on strings they descend,
To fight in a war for a cause they defend.
[Chorus]
The architect of agony, the tyrant of the lie,
Who finds their salvation in another's last cry.
They burn down the bridges, then weep at the blaze,
And feed on the chaos for all of their days.
A portrait of poison, a god in their game,
Smiling at the ruins, whispering their name.
[Bridge]
The law is a line that they're willing to cross,
The enablers provide for the damage and loss.
A price they won’t pay, they just learn to betray,
And shatter a dream at the end of the day.
[Shredding Guitar Solo]
[Outro]
They walk through the rubble when silence descends…
And stand by the wreckage… and call it a friend…
The final addiction… the prize they have won…
To watch the last embers… block out the sun…