v.1
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 decide, you still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can cure
I will choose the path that's clear, I will choose free will

Instr. Brk.

v.2
There are those that think that they've been dealt a losing hand
The cards are stacked against them they weren't born in lotus-land
All pre-ordained, a prisoner in chains, a victim of venemous fate
Kicked in the face, you can pray for a place
In Heaven's unearthly estate

Rpt. Ch.

Instr. Brk.

v.3
Each of us, a cell of awareness, imperfect and incomplete
Genetic blends with uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet

Rpt. Ch.