I’ve been informed about the ways of this life
And I’ve been warned that it cuts like a knife
But what good are speeches of others
When wondering everyday are my sisters and brothers
Fate is lazy
I’ve come to realize we are not mere players in a game:
My life is not in the hand of fate
And we are not all the same
My fortune is not spun on a wheel
And the Grim Reaper is not my guest to each meal
Fate is irresponsible
I am not an actor on the stage of fate
I run my own course and start at my own gate
Life is a pot of soup:
What I put in is what I get back
To a fearing god I do not stoop
And at the sight of death I do not turn black
Fate is stupid
I am free to believe, to breathe, to be
Fate cannot contact my mind
And when I die or hurt or hunger
The cogs of my thoughts are free
And I’ve been warned that it cuts like a knife
But what good are speeches of others
When wondering everyday are my sisters and brothers
Fate is lazy
I’ve come to realize we are not mere players in a game:
My life is not in the hand of fate
And we are not all the same
My fortune is not spun on a wheel
And the Grim Reaper is not my guest to each meal
Fate is irresponsible
I am not an actor on the stage of fate
I run my own course and start at my own gate
Life is a pot of soup:
What I put in is what I get back
To a fearing god I do not stoop
And at the sight of death I do not turn black
Fate is stupid
I am free to believe, to breathe, to be
Fate cannot contact my mind
And when I die or hurt or hunger
The cogs of my thoughts are free

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