Uma das letras mais bacanas do Neil Peart! There are those who think that life Has nothing left to chance? A host of holy horrors To direct our aimless dance A planet of playthings We dance on the strings Of powers we cannot perceive The stars arent aligned Or the Gods are malign Blame is better to give than receive You can choose a ready guide In some celestial voice If you choose not to decide You still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears And kindness that can kill I will choose a path thats clear I will choose free will There are those who think that Theyve been dealt a losing hand The cards were stacked against them They werent born in Lotus-Land All pre-ordained A prisoner in chains A victim of venomous fate Kicked in the face You can pray for a place In Heavens unearthly estate You can choose a ready guide In some celestial voice If you choose not to decide You still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears And kindness that can kill I will choose a path thats clear I will choose free will Each of us A cell of awareness Imperfect and incomplete Genetic blends With uncertain ends On a fortune hunt Thats far too fleet You can choose a ready guide In some celestial voice If you choose not to decide You still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears And kindness that can kill I will choose a path thats clear I will choose free will
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 19:33:34 +0000
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