• Do the bad have a choice to be bad?
    Do the good have a choice to be good?
    We are what we are and we were born that way.
    That is what the wise man used to say.

    So we must just be puppets of fate.
    Being held down by our own weight.
    Arms and legs attached to strings,
    As G_D plays with our uncotrolled limbs.

    If only someone could take scissors,
    As G_D wasn't paying attention,
    And cut this horrid ropes from my aching body.
    Then I would truly be free.

    Yet those are only dreams.

    Tied down by laws,
    I do what I am told
    I can't be bold
    And my soul will be sold.

    Sold to the one who ends your fate.
    Ends your fears,
    Ends your tears,
    Ends your life
    And puts you into a long black nothingness...

    Or so we think.

    Is there really such a place
    After we leave this world
    Where there are no more strings
    Just our own things?

    Could that be true?
    Could good and happiness
    come out of the blue?

    I guess we will have to just wait and see,
    What will become of us,
    What we will be.