The Icecold Hand of Destiny

Plans I have made to build it up from this state. Always moving, never stop, though the answers are made ‘bout the future, ‘bout the past, where I come from, what will last. Try to delay things that lead you astray. But society sucks you out, leads to early decay. If I will, if I won't, a decision that I could not flee. I prayed it leave me be - the icecold hand of destiny. Everything's right, it seems the future looks bright. But there's always factor X that leads the tumbling dice. If I will... Play for future, play for past, where you come from, what will last.