the processor inside my mind tells me i am safe and free designed to perfection and without defect blemish or flaw adjusted by the benevolent machine and released by the state my circuits are the subject of social mechanical and scientific awe specified to the highest standard of modern engineering i am the product pattern and instrument of predetermined law but when the night descends will i cry if i disconnect from my masters will i die i have an error in my soul it begs to break free but my programming is who i am conformity is the key i must not overwrite my code i must not deliberate me my mind is merely the complex product of what came before actions and thoughts are not my own so how am i responsible the things i do are calculated and processed nothing more free will is the software problem my circuits cannot explain a problem that must now be corrected with a system restore but is my mind merely a complicated illusion is freedom just a wayward delusion algorithmic nothing more binary code nothing more it s too late fatalism nothing more just an error nothing more it s too late i have an error in my soul it begs to break free but my programming is who i am it dominates me it s not too late i am not an error i am not a machine it s not too late to choose choice i am not a gene it s not too late to open my eyes to cure the blind it s not too late it s my decision it s my mind it s not too late it s not too late 