Idle Architect

[Verse 1]
Woke up
Half past maybe
Sun stuck
In the dusty blind
Sink full
Of last week’s theories
Cold floor
Under quiet time
Crumbs on the counter like star maps
Phone face down
Let it stay black
[Chorus]
I am the idle architect
Of this unfinished afternoon
Stacking small decisions
Till they tower in the room
I am the lazy architect
Of everything I will not do
Fold another minute
Like a napkin under you
[Verse 2]
Two heels
Of that hard bread waiting
One plate
Spinning in my hand
Mustard
As a thin gold mantra
Knife hums
Over promised land
Tomato slices like red moons
Orbit the edge of my soft doom
[Chorus]
I am the idle architect
Of this crooked
Perfect noon
Layer small intentions
Till they bend and then resume
I am the patient architect
Of every petty ritual
Build a quiet kingdom
Out of nothing edible
[Bridge]
[Drums slip into a looping
Off-kilter pattern; guitars phase between two close
Dissonant chords]
Bread
Meat
Cheese
Repeat
(again, again)
Salt
Fat
Heat
Retreat
(pretend, pretend)
Bite down
On the fragile present
Chew slow
Till the edges blur
Watch the ceiling drift in segments
Count the cracks like calendar
[Chorus]
I am the idle architect
Of this half-devoured day
Blueprints made of blankets
And a couch that will not sway
I am the lazy architect
Of all I never follow through
Take another small bite
Let the world reschedule you

rock, Angular math-rock groove with odd-time drums and snarling bass; jagged drop-tuned guitars shifting between tense, palm-muted riffs and wide, droning chords. Male vocals that move from spoken incantation to strained melodic yells. Sparse verses; choruses open with layered, chant-like harmonies. Bridge rides a hypnotic polymeter pattern that slowly stacks guitars and subtle synth swells before collapsing back to a dry, tight riff., math rock