Fate is a form of fiction

Breaking norms involves extreme sacrifice

Always for a greater good

A metaphor existing only in one soul

Manipulates like-matter

And the man

Sick of inquisition

Bides his time accordingly

What would possess this man?

Embrace the uncertain

As premonitions beckon coincidence

As premonitions beckon

Wait for your time to come

So uncertain

Draw me perspective

So uncertain

Hate is a form of addiction

Breaking norms involves extreme sacrifice

Always for a greater good

A metaphor existing only in one soul

Manipulates like-matter

Still the man

Sick of inquisition

Bides his time accordingly

Deeper than my eyes, deeper than my flesh

Deeper than my bones

Fate is a form of fiction

Breaking norms involves extreme sacrifice

Always for a greater good