[Intro]
[Pizzicato strings sketch a blueprint rhythm while the pipe organ answers in clipped, bureaucratic chords.]

[Verse 1]
[Narrator]
The lawyer draws the narrow gate,
The planner sets the opening date.
The recruiter checks each name,
The speaker teaches praise and blame.
The donor buys another floor,
The pundit guards the public door.
Each claims a modest, measured part;
Together they become the heart.

[Verse 2]
[Narrator]
One writes the clause that cuts appeal,
One tests which slogan voters feel.
One maps the agency by rank,
One moves the money through the bank.
One trains the face that fronts the purge,
One calls the backlash “people’s urge.”
No single hand appears immense;
The wall is built by increments.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Architects]
They call the cage convenience,
They call the purge expedience.
They turn dissent to negligence
And fear to administrative sense.

[Chorus]
[Architects]
We are the architects of obedience,
Drawing doors without an exit.
We make surrender look like competence,
Make the chain resemble merit.
Brick by brief, with calm expedience,
We are the architects of obedience.

[Instrumental Break]
[Five-beat guitar figures interlock with pizzicato strings as the pipe organ repeats the three-note motif in inversion.]

[Bridge]
[Witness]
The stenographer lifts her eyes.
The blueprint’s margins multiply.
She sees no dungeon, gun or wall—
Just arrows linking room to hall.
A system built to hide the blame
Can woond without a single name.
She slides one carbon copy free
And folds it underneath her sleeve.

[Chorus]
[Architects]
We are the architects of obedience,
Drawing doors without an exit.
We make surrender look like competence,
Make the chain resemble merit.
Brick by brief, with calm expedience,
We are the architects of obedience.

[Final Chorus]
[Citizens]
You are the architects of obedience,
But every plan has seams and measures.
A copied page becomes the evidence;
A hidden fact outlives its censor.
Brick by brick may build obedience—
One missing brick can break its center.

[Outro]
[Narrator]
The meeting ends at half past two.
Thirteen folders leave the room.
The fourteenth travels beneath a coat
Toward an unlocked public mailbox.
