A Man Chooses

[Verse 1]
Hand on the lever
Eyes on the floor
They say it's freedom
But whose voice is it for?
Paper crown on your head
Steel chain on your will
They frame the cage as a kingdom
Teach you to sit still
[Chorus]
A man chooses
A slave obeys
Which one are you
When they call your name?
Is it your heart
Or their parade?
A man chooses
A slave obeys (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Sign on the dotted
Smile for the scan
They bless your courage
While they script your plan
You toast to the future
They drink to control
They sell you versions of "purpose"
Till you can't hear your soul
[Chorus]
A man chooses
A slave obeys
Which one are you
When they call your name?
Is it your heart
Or their parade?
A man chooses
A slave obeys
[Bridge]
Raise your hand
But is it yours?
Walk the line
But who drew doors?
Quiet voice beneath the noise
Whose are these choices you call "choice"? (woah)
[Chorus]
A man chooses
A slave obeys
Which one are you
When you feel that weight?
Is it your truth
Or what they say?
A man chooses
A slave obeys
[Chorus]
A man chooses
A slave obeys
Say it again
Till the old chains break
Breathe in the fire
Spit out their names
A man chooses
A slave obeys (hey!)
A man chooses
A slave obeys

Brooding alt-rock with male vocals; verse on muted palm‑muted guitars and dry drums, chorus explodes with wide distorted power chords, subby bass, and gang shouts on the hook. Tense, clipped verses that build to a cathartic, chantable refrain; bridge strips to vocal, toms, and eerie guitar swells before final full-tilt chorus.