Judge in a pixel robe

Hammer made of light

Jury made of numbers

Scrolling in the night

Screen-flash fingerprints

Coded into skin

Every breath I’m breathing

Looks pre-programmed in

It is the criminal situation

That I live in a simulation

Tell me

Who wrote this affidavit of my fate?

If every choice is calculation

Then where’s my own interrogation?

I’m pleading guilty

To knowing this too late

Bars made of loading bars

Never fully load

Handcuffed to a pattern

On a highway node

Same street

Same stranger

Same joke

Same grin

Like I met this Monday

A thousand times again

It is the criminal situation

That I live in a simulation

Tell me

Who wrote this affidavit of my fate?

If every choice is calculation

Then where’s my own interrogation?

I’m pleading guilty

To knowing this too late

If I confess

Does the script unwind? (hey!)

Will the world crash back to a blue-white sign?

Or am I just lines

On a hard drive spine

Serving life

One frame at a time

It is the criminal situation

That I live in a simulation

Tell me

Who wrote this affidavit of my fate?

If every choice is calculation

Then where’s my own interrogation?

I’m pleading guilty

To knowing this too late