The Blueprint’s Ghost (Verse 1) It started as a blueprint, just a way to map the day Who would till the heavy earth, and who would find the way A spreadsheet for the survival, or so the story’s told But the ink turned into iron, and the paper turned to gold We traded "what you do" for "exactly what you’re worth" And branded "failure" on the skin of children at their birth. (Chorus) Oh, the ladder isn't climbing, it’s just hardening in place A monument to history written on a tired face When the "haves" become the holy and the "have-nots" are the sin The structure’s not a tool anymore—it’s the cage we’re living in It poisons every table, it stains the common good Building walls of polished marble where a bridge once stood. (Verse 2) Now wealth is making gravity, it’s pulling back the light It buys the laws and builds the schools to keep the future tight Mobility’s a ghost story we whisper to the broke While the winners guard the fire and the losers breathe the smoke Even those upon the summit spend their lives in hollow fear Guarding shadows of a status that they know is insincere. (Bridge) We internalized the narrative, we learned to blame the soul Instead of looking at the hands that gave away control It’s a machine that eats its makers, from the cellar to the spire A social architecture set to set itself on fire. (Outro) If the system serves the system, and the people are the price Then the "order" that we’re keeping... Is just a cold and polished vice.
