We're all just random pawns
Playing a game that just drags on
The mundane may have a higher call
But be sure it's never the one we want
Unamused or too enthused
We all sustain our soul's abuse
Reach out to touch the voice in my head
Medicate to break and take what's left
I'm ashamed to say that we might be here
Just to waste away
Is anything at random
Are these events prefixed in tandem
Is the timeline bound to break
Do my actions or factions determinate
Break memories
We anticipate nothing
Pathetic display
Just to control something
Brain waves
In a haze
Got us sleeping for days
Self worship disguised as a deity
At the alter
Praying for intervention
What is sacred you turn into superstition
Ignorance of self importance
Self worship
Reach out to touch the voice in my head
Medicate to break and take what's left
I heard you say it's all a part of the plan
Consider fate might be for the hell of it
We fill our hands with empty tasks
And pray our lives so short will last
I don't think you're as involved as they say you are
Free will can not exist with predetermined scars
Object of
Heresy
Project through vacancy
Divine in the mundane
Reach out to touch the voice in my head
Medicate to break and take what's left
I heard you say it's all a part of the plan
Consider fate might be for the hell of it
Be for the hell of it