Straws Pulled At Random — Meshuggah

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