That life has nothing left to chance

A host of holy horrors

To direct our aimless dance

A planet of play things

We dance on the strings

Of powers we cannot perceive

The stars aren't aligned

Or the gods are malign

Blame is better to give than receive

That they were dealt a losing hand

The cards were stacked against them

They weren't born in Lotusland

All preordained

A prisoner in chains

A victim of venomous fate

Kicked in the face

You can't pray for a place

In heaven's unearthly estate

Each of us

A cell of awareness

Imperfect and incomplete

Genetic blends

With uncertain ends

On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet

Obrigado, mucho obrigado

Thank you so much

Somebody told

Somebody told me that you guys like this one song

So we decided we better play it here in Brasil