Walking the path toward the light
Using your mind in a silent fight
Although your path is straight and sure
Nothing in life is really ever secure
The fates always fight to be free
Bad luck does always happen by three
Did you know that fate and chance
Are nothing more than a bad romance?
The devil is within your choices made
Heaven or hell, the games are played
Walking the path with really no end
Using your mind as a silent friend
The path to glory must truly end
Sin and salvation, the games without end
We use reason against rules of law
Seeking our salvation is our true flaw
It is within the confines of will
In which we swallow a bitter pill
For so long as balance is made
This constant game shall indeed be played