There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance
A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance.

A planet of playthings
We dance on the strings
Of powers we cannot perceive
"The stars aren t aligned
Or the gods are malign..."
Blame is better to give than receive.

Chorus
You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice.
If you choose not to decideyou still have made a choice.
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill;
I will choose a path that s clear
I will choose freewill.

There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand
The cards were stacked against them; they weren t born in Lotusland.

All preordained
A prisoner in chains
A victim of venomous fate.
Kicked in the face
You can t pray for a place
In heaven s unearthly estate.

Chorus

Each of us
A cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete.
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt that s far too fleet.

Chorus

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