Testo
With dull eyes I contemplate the outcome of my elections
Side paths resembling roots in search for sustain
Branches diversifying throughout time and space
Could this be, in a bigger picture
The aspect of a life from start to end?
But what if it all was premeditated?
And if there is no such thing as choice?
Or even worse
Because I believe there is no reason for us to be here
And that our life
Is just a mere interpretation of what is written in a book
This book, called the Universe, holds our story written as a whole
This force drags me to the end
This force drags me to the end
But then again, that's just me
Reading the pages in the way
We designated
No, better said
In the only way we know
Time as a carrier
Think of life
As a fluctuation over time
An endless vibration
Amongst our plane of perception
Think of life
As a fluctuation over time
Am I what I am
Due to the outcome of my elections?
Or am I just a tool
Serving to read this moment?
Serving to read this moment
Think of life
As a fluctuation over time
An endless vibration
Amongst our plane of perception
Think (think) of life
Over time
Take back everything you've ever created
Just another delusion to impress the eye
Free will
Nothing more than deceit