The Scheme

They told me they had a plan.

They said it all meant something.

But when I retraced the lines.

It always leads back to me.

I’m not part of the blueprint.

I’m the error in the ink.

(pause)

The scheme was never mine to fake.

Now, it’s me who’s starting to break.

I woke up with no sun upon my face.

No light remains to help me find my place.

Only bitter darkness holds my embrace.

I lay alone again, to my dismay.

Is there no one left who will follow me?

As I’m leading myself into nowhere.

If I am the lock, then where is the key?

Trapped again inside my darkest nightmare.

Wake up (Wake up!)

Wake up (Wake up!)

Wake up (Wake up!)

Wake up!

Stay vigorous.

I open up myself again.

And I see only the profane.

I close it up and stitch the seam.

I patch it up and hear the scream.

Am I just a fraud in the scheme?

I traced the lines engraved across my chest.

Mistaking scars for something like a map.

The only thing I was seeking was rest.

But it would only appear as a trap.

Now the path I had chosen bends and breaks.

Forcing my worlds to drift further apart.

I question, if I was just a mistake?

Then why do I have a soul and a heart?

Wake up (Wake up!)

Wake up (Wake up!)

Wake up (Wake up!)

Wake up!

Be vigilant.

I open up myself again.

Sifting through the cruel and obscene.

I try to mend what’s left unseen.

But silence floods the in-between.

Am I just a glitch in the scheme?

Pull the wires from my head.

Let the static paint the sky.

I was loyal to the script.

But the scheme rewrote my lines.

(Screamed)

All the mirrors cracked too late.

Now it only reflects lies!

I opened up myself again.

To find I never had a name.

I mend it shut to stop the bleed.

But still, the ghosts begin to feed.

Was I ever real in the scheme?

So I fold myself inside again.

A file mislabeled…

A purpose denied…

A role never cast…

And yet - still I perform.

(Silent Pause)

Now - Wake Up…Wake Up….

Erase the script…

Forget the theme…

If this is life…

Then what’s the scheme?