[Intro] [Clean electric guitar melody, slightly melancholic] [Drums kick in with a simple, driving beat] [Verse 1] Two buttons on the desk, both shining so bright You’re allowed to decide, you’re allowed to feel right One is colored blue, the other one is red But the same old restrictions are waiting ahead We fight over nuances, the shade and the tone But we stay in the cage of the designated zone It’s a playground with fences, miles high and strong You can dig in the sand, but you’ll never belong [Chorus] It’s the illusion of choice that keeps us so still A hollowed-out promise, a bitter-sweet pill You mark down an "X" and you think you have power But the path was decided in a high-office tower Two roads in the woods, but they lead to one door You can’t leave this maze by the path on the floor [Verse 2] Left or the Right? Up or the Down? They’ve found a niche for every soul in this town The debates are so loud, the theater is grand But the reins of the power never leave their hand Whether Cola or Pepsi, whether this or that The same fat cat is wearing the same old hat They give you the feeling that your voice is key So you don't notice you’re not really free [Chorus] It’s the illusion of choice that keeps us so still A hollowed-out promise, a bitter-sweet pill You mark down an "X" and you think you have power But the path was decided in a high-office tower Two roads in the woods, but they lead to one door You can’t leave this maze by the path on the floor [Instrumental Break] [Distorted guitar solo, energetic and rebellious, breaking the clean melody] [Verse 3] Real choice means refusing the game they have set Not picking the winner from a rigged alphabet Step out of the circle, find the third way That doesn't belong to their stage or their play Stop believing a vote can save a world built on lies As long as your spirit is bound to their ties The freedom begins where the options all end And you stop calling a master your friend [Bridge] [Bass driven, intense building] Choose freedom... (Not the option) Choose truth... (Not the illusion) Choose yourself! [Instrumental Solo] [High energy rock finale, crashing cymbals] [Outro] [Guitar feedback fading out] Their choice... Never yours. [End]
