كلمات Straws Pulled At Random

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 judgement I cannot 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?