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