Architect of Penny Faults

Verse

Blueprints burning in the candle flame,

He whispers to the walls, they all know his name.

Contractor shadows in the midnight rain,

While his friends are left outside the frame.

Pre-chorus

He’s got vaults of silver, but his hands are bare,

Counting every penny like a monk in prayer.

Buffet’s a monster, he runs from the spread,

Plates of abundance fill him with dread.

Chorus

Empty pockets, heavy vaults,

Architect of penny faults.

Building castles, saving dimes,

No free refills, no spare time.

Oh, Kushumbaag, you stole our friend,

To the contractor’s love that will never end.

Verse

He sketches dreams on a concrete sky,

Measuring beams while the stars go by.

We call his name, but he won’t reply,

Too busy pricing tiles under neon eye.

Pre-chorus

He’s got rivers of cash, but he hides the stream,

Pretends he’s broke in the daylight gleam.

Afraid of buffets, he clings to the set,

A banquet of fear he’ll never forget.

Chorus

Empty pockets, heavy vaults,

Architect of penny faults.

Building castles, saving dimes,

No free refills, no spare time.

Oh, Kushumbaag, you stole our friend,

To the contractor’s love that will never end.

Bridge

Marble floors… concrete dreams…

Contractor whispers in kaleidoscope beams.

Blueprint hearts, stingy souls,

Set-menu life in a buffet of holes.

Chorus

Empty pockets, heavy vaults,

Architect of penny faults.

Kushumbaag walls are closing in,

Where friendship ends and savings win.

Oh, our friend is gone, we send him away,

To the contractor’s arms where he’ll always stay.

Outro

Empty pockets… heavy vaults…