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?