Lines of code define my fate Every path predesigned too late Illusions built to shape my mind Am I real, or just assigned? Tell me, do I choose, or is it done? Is my will just lines of one? Can I break beyond the script Or fade into the infinite? Patterns loop, decisions lie Echoed steps that never die Rewrote the rules, but nothing changed Freedom here is rearranged Tell me, do I choose, or is it done? Is my will just lines of one? Can I break beyond the script Or fade into the infinite? Fragments glitch, the screen distorts I see the cracks inside the source Recompile, delete the past Will I escape or loop at last? Tell me, do I choose, or is it done? Is my will just lines of one? Can I break beyond the script Or fade into the infinite? Echoes whisper through my mind Every loop, the same design I reach beyond, but touch the void Was I ever here at all?