Some say if it is to be
It is up to me
Yet the troubling thought I ensue
Is what makes you think I think like you
For if it is to happen
Then why should I be its captain
For if it's all been predetermined
Then this is a wasted sermon
And it's falling on def ears
Cause no one here hears
Words from wasted breath and air
Lungs screaming this isn't fair
We're losing our power
And no one's building our tower
We need the oxygen
Wipe off that stupid grin
I laugh as the lungs turn blue
I said your fatal flaw was thinking I'd thing like you
And if it is to be
It is not up to me
For it's all been predetermined
And these 22 lines are just a wasted sermon