The Icecold Hand Of Destiny

Plans I have made to build it up from this state.

Always moving, never stop, though the answers are made ‘bout the future, ‘bout the past, where

I come from, what will last.

Try to delay things that lead you astray.

But society sucks you out, leads to early decay.

If I will, if

I won't, a decision that

I could not flee.

I prayed it leave me be - the icecold hand of destiny.

Everything's right, it seems the future looks bright.

But there's always factor

X that leads the tumbling dice.

If I will...

Play for future, play for past, where you come from, what will last.