We follow
Trajectory
Determined
Calculated
Unavoidable
The pendulum's swing
Death comes to all, inevitable conclusion
When the curtain falls, an imprint remains
The effect we've had upon this world
Is determined not by us but others
Quantified are we by the measure of vileness
Committed, hindered, ignored or worshipped
We are to made to see the errors of others
While we wallow in our self sanctity
The motion, determined, the goal is pathed
All we have to do is live and craft the
Illusion of freedom of choice, it's the grandest lie
Existence of man is a cancer burning out
The countless amount of atrocities
Carried out in the name of faith
All shall perish
I
Rest my mind
I
Observe the pendulum
The choice has been made, I will not partake
In the orgy of lies which observed is absurd
As fate determines the path, it's chosen
Albeit closed, never open
Surging within is a hopelessness
A feeling of dread, as if being controlled
If we can't make a choice, living on rails
What's the purpose of life if it's merely recorded
I take some solace in the part that is my bitter being
For if I am controlled then what is my fault, I merely observe
If our paths are predetermined are we really then to blame
For the atrocities commited without will or purpose
It is the perfect excuse to perpetrate horrid deeds
Ultimate disclaimer of liability, the perfect pass
Will I take advantage of my new found knowledge
Is it then my will or is it predetermined
I
Rest my mind
I
Observe the pendulum
As I am absolved of all forms of responsibility
I free my inner being, it is let loose on the world
This is my purpose, I followed the path that was set for me
It was not of my own free will
Free from the shackles of morality
Debauchery and violence follow
I don't live I just follow, what is in my preset path
I have no will I only heed the pendulum
Perfectly calculated
No consequense if no action taken
Perfectly calculated
Not of my own free will
Death comes to all, inevitable conclusion
When the curtain falls, an imprint remains
The effect we've had upon this world
Is determined not by us but others
Quantified are we by the measure of vileness
Committed, hindered, ignored or worshipped
We are to made to see the errors of others
While we wallow in our self sanctity
The motion, determined, the goal is pathed
All we have to do is live and craft the
Illusion of freedom of choice, it's the grandest lie
Existence of man is a cancer burning out
The countless amount of atrocities
Carried out in the name of faith
All shall perish
I
Rest my mind
I
Observe the pendulum
The choice has been made, I will not partake
In the orgy of lies which observed is absurd
As fate determines the path, it's chosen
Albeit closed, never open
Surging within is a hopelessness
A feeling of dread, as if being controlled
If we can't make a choice, living on rails
What's the purpose of life if it's merely recorded
Free from the shackles of morality
Debauchery and violence follow
I don't live I just follow, what is in my preset path
I have no will I only heed the pendulum
Perfectly calculated
No consequense if no action taken
Perfectly calculated
Not of my own free will
I take some solace in the part that is my bitter being
For if I am controlled then what is my fault, I merely observe
If our paths are predetermined are we really then to blame
For the atrocities commited without will or purpose
It is the perfect excuse to perpetrate horrid deeds
Ultimate disclaimer of liability, the perfect pass
Will I take advantage of my new found knowledge
Is it then my will or is it predetermined
