There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance
With a host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance
A planet of playthings, 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
You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that's clear, I will choose free will
There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand
The cards were stacked against them, they weren't born in Lotus-Land
All pre-ordained
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
You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that's clear, I will choose free will
Each of us, a cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete
Genetic blends with uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet
You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that's clear, I will choose free will
Thank you, hello TO
How's everybody doing tonight?
Nice to be back here for third and the final night at the Gardens
We've got stacks of things to play this evening
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