• When preference points one way, yet fate another-
    You go where you're destine,
    When there are irredeemable chances, is there reason to fighting back?
    You think fighting reality makes 'it' better.

    It is truth, you are hiding,
    What is meant to be, is what you conceal,
    You're hiding from everything,
    You're fighting reality.

    You are astray the world, for it has fallen;
    It's absurd, anyone deeming to go against such a force.

    Faith in you, I lack,
    Believe in you, I pray I could,
    For when the last, futile, flame goes out,
    Hope is lost.