[Verse 1 — Tight / Controlled] Too busy following blueprints For a house you swear you hate Keep buildin’ every wall around you Then complain you can’t escape You got the blueprint You got the tools You got the damage You got the rules Same hands build the wreckage Same hands could build the roof But you too busy followin’ the blueprint To notice you could change the truth Keep layin’ down the same foundation Like the cracks were always meant to be Build another room around the damage Then call the walls your destiny ⸻ [Chorus — Dark / Hypnotic] Same blueprint Same walls Same house Same fall Build it up Burn it down Build it up Burn it down Same blueprint Same hands Same scars Same plans Round and round Ya know where it goes Round and round Still followin’ the road ⸻ [Breakdown — Sparse / Distorted / Half-Time] Same wall. Same door. Same floor. Same fucking house. … You keep sayin’ “This is just how it is.” Like you didn’t build it. … Same blueprint. Same hands. Same choice. Again. ⸻ [Verse 2 — Free Flow / Conversational] Maybe that’s the part nobody wanna hear— You can know exactly what’s wrong and still keep reactin’ outta fear. Know where the road ends Still pressin’ on the pedal. Call it fate. Call it trauma. Call it “that’s just how I am.” Whatever makes it easier to keep the same damn blueprint in ya hands. And I get it. Sometimes destruction feels easier when you already know the floorplan. You know where the walls go. Know where the doors lock. Know exactly how the whole thing falls apart. So you build it again. Different room. Different people. Same fucking house. Convinced yourself you should live a life of sorrow. Too focused on your own destruction you forgot to see tomorrow. And maybe tomorrow ain’t some miracle. Maybe it’s just— one wall moved. One door left open. One thing you finally decide you ain’t gotta rebuild the way you found it. ⸻ [Chorus — Dark / Hypnotic / More Layered] Same blueprint Same walls Same house Same fall Build it up Burn it down Build it up Burn it down Same blueprint Same hands Same scars Same plans Round and round Ya know where it goes Round and round Still followin’ the road Same blueprint Same walls Same house Same fall… Same fucking house.
