Struck down from inside Nailed to the ground Drowned by my senses Discharging in my mind I behold in a trice Near future instants Fragments of life, brief, uncertain Can the hazard be planned? And what’s the matter? It’s what the use of this? If I can’t grab anything I bear and forbear Attracted by that machinery I hear echoes of its wheels Yet, another episode already lived Can’t find when, it’s ceaseless and What if they all came from me? My whole life is duped Friends, foes, family World’s faces revealed by my creativity That loop turns back again And again Prescience are you illusion? Will you steal my own reason? Feeling of choice and directing destiny My life flashes as though time didn’t rule anymore More and more concrete foresights However still meaningless Open the eyes! We are all hollow pawns! Freewill is deceit! We’re foredoomed! Relentless reality What are we supposed to do? So what am I supposed to do now? Here’s what’s the matter I’ve got no use for this Since I can’t grab anything I bear and forbear Trapped in that machinery I suffer echoes of its wheels Whatever the paths I'll take will be Only one really exists The one that will choose me