[Instrumental Intro: Steady, chugging down-picked riffs kick in with a locked-in double bass drum pattern, building a marching groove. Distorted bass growls underneath, reinforcing the low end, while sharp cymbal accents punctuate the rhythm, setting a powerful, precise foundation with rebellious grit] [Verse 1] Do you see what I see? Truth is veiled in lies, Your silence is your comfort, while freedom slowly dies. Do you hear what I hear? Voices whispering lies, Suppressing your ambitions, keeping dreams confined. Do you feel what I feel? The weight of their deceit, Who controls your desires, who decides what you seek? Do you chase what I chase? A vision that's unclear, Stepping back while I push, their chains are held dear. [Pre-Chorus 1] [Build-up] It doesn’t matter what you see, Or what you hear on your screen. You can live your own way, If it’s done just how I say. [Chorus 1] Conformity's chains, Freedom's just a name, it's all the same. Freedom of choice is a game they play, Freedom with conditions, led astray. [Verse 2] Do you fear what I fear? The norm that they create, Your truths are twisted, their version’s up for debate. Do you choose what I choose? The choices are so slim, Power thrives in shadows, where resistance grows dim. Do you crave what I crave? Breaking down the walls, Searching for the truth, where your spirit never falls. Do you trust what I trust? The struggle and the fight, Pierce through the illusion, and embrace the true light. [Pre-Chorus 2] [Build-up] It doesn’t matter what you see, Or what you hear on your screen. You can live your own way, If it’s done just how I say. [Chorus] Conformity's chains, Freedom's just a name, it's all the same. Freedom of choice is a game they play, Freedom with conditions, led astray. [Verse 3] Do you know what I know? The system's shallow grasp, Your silence is your prison, a mask that they clasp. Do you want what I want? To break free from their chains, Hunger for true freedom, where integrity remains. [Pre-Chorus 3] [Build-up] It doesn’t matter what you see, Or what you hear on your screen. You can live your own way, If it’s done just how I say. [Chorus 3] Conformity's chains, Freedom's just a name, it's all the same. Freedom of choice is a game they play, Freedom with conditions, led astray. [Outro: Fading with persistent marching groove, chugging riffs, and final cymbal accents for an unyielding close] It doesn’t matter what you see, Or what you hear on your screen. You can live your own way, If it’s done just how I say.