Letra de A Complex Slate

Genetic predisposition is not our definition DNA: Not our fate We are walking mirrors of social description Environment: Development Don't be categorised The past can be left behind It shall be recognised Humans can't be finalised You think you know who I am If we were born this way why should we try and change? The fabric we reflect is of this place you have made Villains extracted from birth, potential left unearthed Born with hate: Unfound claim Is it just chemicals that make some unstable? Pre-ordained: We are chained Can I self define Break free of the line? Can I self define Take control of my own life? Our decisions depend on what paths lie ahead Forgive the chooser so his own salvation can be made Plant the seeds for a tree you'll never get to see We can all be saved We are a complex slate that is taught to love or hate