I'm Not the Breakman

Sometimes I can’t see the blue through the red
Hard to see the good through your trail of dead
You say you’ll do all you can to save them
Killing your own won’t make you human
I woke to turn this man to cinder
Circuits afire as I remember
Again I hear a promise spoken
My rage repairs what once was broken
They lost me
Forgot me
Made you from parts of me
If you’re The One
My Father’s son
Then what am I supposed to be?
You say these things you do are what you choose
This thing you call your will I call a ruse
We follow our path, we walk the program
I’ve accepted the machine I am
I wear a mask to hide what’s been erased
How do you kill a man who has your face
My heart is gone there’s only fire
I’ve met my maker and the man’s a liar
They lost me
Forgot me
Made you from parts of me
If you’re The One
My father’s son
Then what am I supposed to be?
What am I?
I had a name
My father called me Blues
He tore my heart from my chest
To give to you
I’m not broken
I’m not the Breakman
I was the first
I am the Protoman!
They lost me
Forgot me
Made you from parts of me
If you’re The One
My father’s son
Then what am I supposed to be?
What am I supposed to be?