Gods.
Heros or enemies?
Do they bleed for me and for you?
Do they die like everything in time,
and on the other side are they calling, calling for you
When we cross that line, when a life divine
has been elegantly wasted
Will we come to find that the worth of life's
nothing more than what we made it
Fate.
Blind luck or destiny?
What do the cards foresee for you?
Is to wait on our knees and pray for a better day
the best that we can do?
When we cross that line, when a life divine
has been elegantly wasted
Will we come to find that the worth of life's
nothing more than what we made it
When we cross that line, and the great devide
is there for us to face it
We'll know for sure, forever more
that our life is what we make it