Our brains are primed to think in black and white
Those that project darkness, and those that see the light

But our path is not a fork in the road
A choice reduced to binary code

Oh they say what we reap is what we sew
But who are they with an axe to throw?

We are vest with a neural network of choice
To act, to think, to listen, to voice

Let he who is without sin cast the first stone
For we are all made of flesh and bone