Fate is a form of fiction Breaking norms involves extreme sacrifice Always for a greater good A metaphor existing only in one soul Manipulates like-matter
And the man Sick of inquisition Bides his time accordingly
What would possess this man?
Embrace the uncertain As premonitions beckon coincidence As premonitions beckon Wait for your time to come
So uncertain Draw me perspective So uncertain
Hate is a form of addiction Breaking norms involves extreme sacrifice Always for a greater good A metaphor existing only in one soul Manipulates like-matter
Still the man Sick of inquisition Bides his time accordingly
Deeper than my eyes, deeper than my flesh Deeper than my bones
Fate is a form of fiction Breaking norms involves extreme sacrifice Always for a greater good
