Scattergram

It happened again — just another day
Nothing changes — or gets in the way
Don’t turn your back — who can you trust?
No one cares — it’s a scattergram of luck
The image taking shape
Fears turn into fate
Living with the wheels we set in motion
Reaping the seeds we sow
Fallen angels destined for destruction
Clinging to the things which we know
One cycle — one big game
Always life and death — placing the blame
Who can decide — where the wheel stops
When nothing changes — it’s a scattergram of luck
The image taking shape
Sadly it’s too late
Living with the wheels we set in motion
Reaping the seeds we sow
Fallen angels destined for destruction
Clinging to the things which we know
Maybe something is just around the corner
Since nothing has happened yet
Don’t follow someone else’s vision
Making deals and hedging bets
Living with the wheels we set in motion
Reaping the seeds we sow
Fallen angels destined for destruction
Clinging to the things which we know