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Blueprint
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Electronic
Blueprint was released on August 10, 2025 by Schoenwald Records as a part of the album Simulation
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Release DateAugust 10, 2025
LabelSchoenwald Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM127

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ELIPSCION
ELIPSCION
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brett Schoenwald
Brett Schoenwald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brett Schoenwald
Brett Schoenwald
Producer

Lyrics

Woke up again, déjà vu on repeat
Same lines, same dreams, programmed in my sleep
Met you right on cue was it fate, or was it fed?
Neural code beneath the thread,
They script our hearts, and call it destiny instead
I feel pain, joy, loss, and bliss
But is it real or just a line of synthesized stimulus?
We’re just actors on a stage with no control
Only roles…
While the Makers watch us crawl.
Look around nothing’s random,
Every heartbeat’s an anthem
They designed the rise and fall
Even love is protocol
We’re blueprinted wired to obey
Even chaos has a script to play
What we feel, who we touch, what we fear, what we crave
It’s all part of the plan, in this digital cage
Am I real, or just reflections of their plan?
Thought I was free, but I’m just a program…
I saw the cracks in the code one night
When silence screamed and the stars weren’t right
Love felt too perfect a manufactured tide
Every word you spoke was already classified
The memory of pain they installed that too
So I’d know how to act when I was losing you
From the rhythm of my tears
To the frequency of fear
I was tuned to be sincere
They call it free will… but it’s just well-written chaos.
Statistical rebellion inside a prison made of glass.
You don’t dream. You download.
And every “what if” was always meant to pass…
Wake up from the frame
There’s no one left to blame
You’re not the player
You’re just the game
Say it again...
You’re just the game
We’re blueprinted lines across the sky
Every passion, every why
Programmed to love, to break, to kneel
Even our rebellion isn’t real
They wrote the fear, they wrote the thrill
We think we fight, but we’re standing still
Every breath, a silent drill
For a life that’s not ours to feel…
Nothing is by chance…
And neither are you.
Wake up.
Written by: Brett Schoenwald
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