[Verse 1]

You say “I’m free”

But you quote it like scripture

Hand-me-down slogans

Secondhand pictures

You call it choice

When you walk the same hallway

Same three doors

Painted up as “always”

You carry chains

Polished

Philosophical

Name them “values”

Call the bars “logical”

He asked you once

“Can you dance with your fate?”

Or just argue in circles

And call that “awake”

[Chorus]

Is this freedom or a pattern?

Is this courage or a cage?

Are you choosing

Are you chosen

By a fear you never face?

You shout “free will” in the marketplace

But who’s cashing in on your rage?

Postmodern saints in designer restraints

Selling tickets to the stage

[Verse 2]

You peel back stories

Layer after layer

Find no pure center

Only old prayers

“God is gone”

So you crown your desire

But you still kneel

To applause and the choir

You edit your soul

Like a draft for approval

Every wild impulse

Queued for removal

He said

“Become

What you already are”

But you scroll yourself thinner

Star to avatar

[Chorus]

Is this freedom or a pattern?

Is this courage or a cage?

Are you choosing

Are you chosen

By a fear you never face?

You shout “free will” in the marketplace

But who’s cashing in on your rage?

Postmodern saints in designer restraints

Selling tickets to the stage

[Bridge]

What if the key

Is nailed to the door?

What if your “self”

Is a crowd wanting more?

What if the leap

Is not off the ledge

But straight into limits

Edge into edge

To say “I will”

And stay when it burns

To carry your burden

You did not earn

[Chorus]

Is this freedom or a pattern?

Is this courage or a cage?

Are you choosing

Are you chosen

By a fear you never face?

You shout “free will” in the marketplace

While you bargain with your shame

Call it “freedom” till the echo dies

And a quiet voice says your name