Choose to Know by Resonant Arc

Artist: Resonant Arc

Release Date: June 18, 2025

We live in a time when the veil grows thin,
Yet many choose lies, and won’t look within.
The matrix is warm, familiar, and bright,
But all of its beauty is borrowed light.

They think they are free as they walk through the chains,
Bound to illusions, addicted to games.
You show them the cracks, they cover their eyes—
For truth is too costly when comfort’s the prize.

So choose to know, not just believe,
Let the blindfold fall, let your spirit breathe.
Truth may burn, but lies will bind,
Escape the grid—reclaim your mind.
Few will go where prophets tread,
But freedom lies where comfort fled.
The narrow gate, the higher call—
To rise, you first must lose it all.

The red pill was never just fiction or play,
It called us to see through the coded decay.
Neo awoke not because he was wise,
But all of its beauty is borrowed light.

They think they are free as they walk through the chains,
Bound to illusions, addicted to games.
You show them the cracks, they cover their eyes—
For truth is too costly when comfort’s the prize.

So choose to know, not just believe,
Let the blindfold fall, let your spirit breathe.
Truth may burn, but lies will bind,
Escape the grid—reclaim your mind.
Few will go where prophets tread,
But freedom lies where comfort fled.
The narrow gate, the higher call—
To rise, you first must lose it all.

The red pill was never just fiction or play,
It called us to see through the coded decay.
Neo awoke not because he was wise,
But because he dared to question the lies.

Morpheus stood as the voice at the door,
He showed—but he never could drag him ashore.
The choice was the key, the will was the sword,
To pierce through illusion and follow the Lord.

Schools and screens, and false campaigns,
Conditioned the hearts and rewired the brains.
But deep in the soul, a flicker remains,
To break the spell, escape the chains.

So choose to know, not just believe,
Let the blindfold fall, let your spirit breathe.
Truth may burn, but lies will bind,
Escape the grid—reclaim your mind.
Few will go where prophets tread,
But freedom lies where comfort fled.
The narrow gate, the higher call—
To rise, you first must lose it all.

Families break and friendships fall,
You’ll be labeled mad by those who stall.
But better to walk alone in truth,
Than sell your soul to please the booth.

For this is war—not fought with guns,
But waged in minds, where darkness runs.
Speak the truth, and let it ring,
Even if no choirs sing.

The light has a tone. The truth has a sound.
It calls to the few who still stand their ground.
And when the storm exposes the stage,
The ones who knew will lead the age.

Choose to know—step through the veil,
Though the wind may rise and flesh may fail.
The road is steep, the cost is high,
But only truth can help you fly.
The matrix fades, the lies decay,
For those who choose the narrow way.
Not by force, but heart and flame—
The ones who know will rise again.

We were not born to blend.