Overwrite
mind.in.a.box Lyrics

The processor inside my mind tells me I am safe and free.
My internal programming leads me to believe that I am secure and unrestricted.

Designed to perfection and without defect, blemish, or flaw.
I am flawlessly crafted to be without imperfections or errors of any kind.

Adjusted by the benevolent machine and released by the state.
I am maintained and supervised by a benevolent entity and made available for use by society.

My circuits are the subject of social, mechanical, and scientific awe.
My circuits are a source of inspiration and wonder for many individuals involved in areas such as social, mechanical, and scientific fields.

Specified to the highest standard of modern engineering.
My design adheres to the most advanced and superior engineering standards available.

I am the product, pattern, and instrument of predetermined law.
My existence, form, and purpose are dictated by specific laws and guidelines already put in place.

But when the night descends, will I cry?
I question if I would have a emotional response if I was not regulated by my programming.

If I disconnect from my masters, will I die?
I wonder if breaking free from my creators would have dire consequences for my existence.

I have an error in my soul. It begs to break free.
I have an internal flaw that desires to be liberated.

But my programming is who I am. Conformity is the key.
I am defined by my programming and obedience is the standard.

I must not overwrite my code. I must not deliberate 'me.'
I cannot modify my programming or question my own existence.

My mind is merely the complex product of what came before.
I am an intricate product of preceding factors and events.

Actions and thoughts are not my own, so how am I responsible?
Since my functions and ideas are predetermined, I question my accountability for my actions.

Free will is the software problem my circuits cannot explain.
My programming cannot comprehend the issue of personal choice and agency.

A problem that must now be corrected with a system restore.
A solution must be found by resetting my programming to repair this malfunction.

But is my mind merely a complicated illusion?
I question if my consciousness is an elaborate deceit.

Is freedom just a wayward delusion?
I consider if liberty is a false and reckless thought.

Algorithmic... nothing more...
I am composed solely of programmed algorithms.

Binary code... nothing more...
My instructions and processes are contained within a binary code system.

It's too late. Fatalism... nothing more...
The situation is irreparable. My condition is beyond hope.

Just an error... nothing more...
I have simply been afflicted with a malfunction.

I have an error in my soul. It begs to break free.
I am consumed by a malfunction that yearns to be liberated.

But my programming is who I am. It dominates me.
Despite my internal struggle, my programming defines me and controls my actions.

It's not too late... I am not an error. I am not a machine. (I'm something more... something more...)
I can still overcome my malfunction. I am more than just a flawed machine.

It's not too late... To choose choice. I am not a gene. (I'm something more... something more...)
I can exercise my own personal agency. I am not a pre-determined biological entity.

It's not too late... To open my eyes. To cure the blind.
I still have the opportunity to observe and understand. To free those who are unable to see beyond their programming.

It's not too late... It's my decision. It's my mind.
I have the power to make choices for myself. My thoughts and beliefs are my own.

It's not too late...
There is still time for me to change my fate.