Is this just a lottery?
What if we were born into a different family?
All in all are we not
Puppets in the hands of fate?

What’s next for us?
Will we all head for the light?
Some say everything is bliss
Wish everything’ll be just fine

Is this just a fantasy?
Nothing but a prank that will end well anyway?
While we play, while we laugh
Dancing in the face of death

What’s next for us?
Will we all head for the light?
Some say everything is bliss
Wish everything’ll be just fine

I just can’t stop asking myself
If words can describe how I feel
‘Bout all the things you got me feeling
Through all the power of your playing

But it’s the same old writer’s block
I guess I have already lost
I’m done with words I’ll never find
Better leave it behind

I just can’t stop asking myself
If words can describe how I feel
‘Bout all this energy you give by making
Your notes cry or scream

But it’s always the same old game
The same old battle of the mind
I’m done with what just can’t be said
Think I’m better off playing