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.
You can choose a ready guide In some celestial voice. If you choose not to decide You 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 free will
There are those who think that They've been dealt a losing hand, The cards were stacked against them- They weren't born in Lotus-Land
All pre-ordained A prisoner in chains A victim of venomous fate Kicked in the face You can pray for a place In heaven's unearthly estate
You can choose a ready guide In some celestial voice. If you choose not to decide You 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 free will
Each of us A cell of awareness Imperfect and incomplete Genetic blends With uncertain ends On a fortune hunt That's far too fleet.
You can choose a ready guide In some celestial voice. If you choose not to decide You 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 free will