We may rise or we may fall.
We stand to win or we may lose it all.
Like in a film you never know
when the gun is loaded.
It’s like a russian roulette.
There can be no rhyme nor reason.
It’s just a sequence of random events.
We want to escape a million times.
The knot is too strong, the strings are tight.
It’s not the first time
and truth be told:
We’re repeating the cycle of old.
We may rise or we may fall.
We stand to win or we may lose it all.
Some hearts finde repose, others are in flames.
Some are truly free, others are in chains.
Do we see a sequence of random events,
or are there patterns
giving us a sense of permanence?
Is it by disign od by coincidence?
We want to escape a million times.
The knot is too strong, the strings are tight.
It’s not the first time
and truth be told:
We’re repeating the cycle of old.
We may rise or we may fall.
We stand to win or we may lose it all.
Some hearts finde repose, others are in flames.
Some are truly free, others are in chains.