| What solace lies in the arms of fate | |
| The ill embrace of uncertainty | |
| When did I leave this in other hands | |
| To be pulled down at chance | |
| Ripped away by destiny-claws | |
| Am I another of fate's possessions | |
| Dwelling the lie of freedom | |
| Just another straw pulled at random | |
| Reclaimed by deceiving time | |
| A silent judgment | |
| I can not overrule | |
| Drawn back into the origin-vortex | |
| Uprooted and ground to dust | |
| Retracted into anti-existence | |
| A magnet repelled by life's polarity | |
| Denied the self control of fate | |
| We flow suspended in semi-life | |
| Until the ever imminent day | |
| When oblivion claims our breath | |
| Nowhere indefinitely | |
| Not dead, not alive | |
| Existence-patterns ripped of symmetry | |
| As will and fate divide | |
| Have I appeased the gods of fate | |
| Am I allowed another day | |
| Must I die to escape | |
| The scanning eyes of death |