| There are those who think |
| That life has nothing left to chance |
| A host of holy horrors |
| To direct our aimless dance |
| A planet of playthings |
| We dance on the strings |
| Of powers we cannot perceive |
| The stars aren’t aligned |
| Or the Gods are malign |
| Blame is better to give than receive |
| You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice |
| If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice |
| You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill |
| I will choose a path that’s clear, I will choose freewill |
| There are those who think |
| That they were dealt a losing hand |
| The cards were stacked against them |
| They weren’t born in Lotusland |
| All preordained |
| A prisoner in chains |
| A victim of venomous fate |
| Kicked in the face |
| You can’t pray for a place |
| In Heaven’s unearthly estate |
| You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice |
| If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice |
| You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill |
| I will choose a path that’s clear, I will choose freewill |
| Each of us Cell of awareness |
| Imperfect and incomplete |
| Genetic blends |
| With uncertain ends |
| On a fortune hunt that’s far too fleet |
| You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice |
| If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice |
| You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill |
| I will choose a path that’s clear, I will choose freewill |