Circuits of Dread

Shadows whisper what to choose (choose) Lines are blurred in moral hues (hues) My freedom's just an illusion's ruse (ruse) Lost in this maze, a path I can't deduce (deduce) Point me to the stars so cold (cold) Where choices hang, but never hold (hold) Circuits pulse with questions dire (dire) Echoes deep, the situation’s dire (dire) The will to act, a thread so thin (thin) In the void, I'm questioning, where to begin (begin) Each move I plot in neon glow (glow) With outcomes grim, I fear to know (know) Here in the fringe where the night never ends (ends) Virtues and vices, they blend and they bend (bend) A game with no prize, just infinite tries (tries) In echoes of silence, my conscience defies (defies) Souls drift in space, lost in digital lace (lace) Held in a loop that I can't seem to trace (trace) Reflective glares in mirrors maze (maze) Choices spawn in a spectral haze (haze) I navigate through the ghostly phase (phase) Where each whisper is a cold, hard gaze (gaze) In binary binds, my spirit's caught (caught) Weighing the oughts against the naughts (naughts)