The mind pulls the strings of the heart Pulls the strings of the body But whose hand clenches the strings of the mind A note is struck and we resound accordingly You don't have to see it Or choose to believe it But once seen, unseen no more Are we really so naive to believe Our thoughts and actions are truly our own? Cause and effect, ones and zeros Every choice merely an option In and handpicked catechism And selections are weighted to their benediction We are tame and obtuse Predilection and malevolence counseled to intent All subsists as by design We view from the pixel Failing to behold the grand scheme You don't have to see it Or choose to believe it But once seen, unseen no more And once known, unknown no longer An ignorance of eyes upon thee Negates not their existence nor their motive Keep clinging to the illusion of free will Society is an orchestration Your motives are predetermined Tread atypical and be erased Your space removed and replaced Like fragmented data Freedom is a virus and they are scanning "Hyperion to a satyr" We are only as free as cogs in the machine