Oh, son of saint Dangerous game I told myself that I could walk away Heaven's design made up my mind
But now I wonder, is it all on me or is it fate? Is everything I do already written? Do I even have a say in any way? Is there somethin' else that I should do? (Ah) Is it even up to me to choose? Is everything I dream a ruse? (Ah) Is it all on me or can I blame it on fate?
Who pulls the strings until I sink? Like I'm a puppet or a ragdoll Who plans to see the alchemy Pullin' us under
Is it all on me or is it fate? Is everything I do already written? Do I even have a say in any way? Is there somethin' else that I should do? (Ah) Is it even up to me to choose? Is everything I dream a ruse? (Ah) Is it all on me or can I blame it on fate?