Trying to contemplate an end
And see a path that leads to it
Question the will to choose
Is that which we do ours to decide?
Or does the past predict the final outcome
Are we ever really free?
The events precedently
Affect the subsequent
There is no change to the infinite
Fate is determined
Free will is an illusion
Nothing you say or do
Has ever been created by you
I see the future and all I see is black
The sands of time have been prescribed
By that which remains unknown
Your future turns to stone
The writing cannot be erased
The past is final no saving grace
Your will be done mechanically
No point to life it's all a mistake, continue with no end
Suffering or bliss
Irrelevant is this
Pay the perfect price
Free will for all time
I see the future and all I see is black
Black as the night
Never ending life
Black Future
And see a path that leads to it
Question the will to choose
Is that which we do ours to decide?
Or does the past predict the final outcome
Are we ever really free?
The events precedently
Affect the subsequent
There is no change to the infinite
Fate is determined
Free will is an illusion
Nothing you say or do
Has ever been created by you
I see the future and all I see is black
The sands of time have been prescribed
By that which remains unknown
Your future turns to stone
The writing cannot be erased
The past is final no saving grace
Your will be done mechanically
No point to life it's all a mistake, continue with no end
Suffering or bliss
Irrelevant is this
Pay the perfect price
Free will for all time
I see the future and all I see is black
Black as the night
Never ending life
Black Future