[Intro] You say: "I chose."... (watch closely) Look where the sentence comes from... Look at what preceded it... Look at what made it possible... Then say it again. [Verse 1] The choice you brandish is almost never a beginning... It is an arrival... A resultant dressed up as a decision... You call "freedom" the moment you become aware of a movement already launched... (already set in motion) Illusion of choice: you select from options you did not manufacture, with a brain you did not design, in a state you did not ask for... True choice, free from any influence: an act without cause, without history, without body, without hunger, without fear... Show it to me... No one has ever seen it. [Pre-chorus] As soon as a cause exists, the "I" is no longer sovereign... It is the theater... Not the author... [Chorus] Where is the choice outside of influence?... Not in the anger... Not in the desire... Not in the pride that mistakes itself for a will... You lose control faster than you admit... An emotion overwhelms you— and you call that "me"... (my own self) Outside of influence, almost nothing remains... Almost no one. [Verse 2] The slightest physiological imbalance twists the scenery... An extra gram of sugar... A broken night... A shifting hormone... An invisible inflammation... And behold, your "principles" change their face... The same man, the same oath— another behavior... This is not a metaphor... It is the machine... You are not above it... You are it, while it trembles... [Pre-chorus] As soon as a cause exists, the "I" is no longer sovereign... It is the theater... Not the author... [Chorus] Where is the choice outside of influence?... Not in the anger... Not in the desire... Not in the pride that mistakes itself for a will... You lose control faster than you admit... An emotion overwhelms you— and you call that "me"... (my own self) Outside of influence, almost nothing remains... Almost no one. [Solo] [Breakdown] Who decides when the blood changes? (who?) Who chooses when fear arrives before thought? Who remains "free" when the body has already voted? [Bridge] We confuse two things: the sensation of choosing and the origin of the choice... The first is real... It burns... It convinces... The second, if it truly existed outside of everything, would belong to no one among us... (not to us) A choice without influence would be a miracle or a void... Not a human virtue. [Final chorus] Where is the choice outside of influence?... Not in your emotions that overwhelm you... Not in your balances that tip for nothing... You call freedom the narrative you paste after the fact on what has already traversed you... Outside of influence— there remains only the silence or the One Who Is... [Outro] Keep your decisions... Observe them... (watch them fall) Ask them where they come from... Most of them will not dare to answer...
