Mind.In.A.Box - Overwrite lyrics
[Mind.In.A.Box - Overwrite lyrics]
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 circuit's 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 circuit's 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?
Algorithmicnothing more
Binary codenothing more it's too late
Fatalismnothing more
Just an errornothing 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
(I'm something moresomething more)
It's not too late to choose choice
I am not a gene
(I'm something moresomething more)
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
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 circuit's 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 circuit's 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?
Algorithmicnothing more
Binary codenothing more it's too late
Fatalismnothing more
Just an errornothing 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
(I'm something moresomething more)
It's not too late to choose choice
I am not a gene
(I'm something moresomething more)
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