There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance
With 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 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
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