3 acessos
Machinery - Just a cog in a cosmic machine
Potency - Joined in clockwork rhythm with all things
Formed from dust to live the master plan
Our course was written before time began
And yet we are comsumed by constant fear
Worldly - Not an inch can we add to our height
Brevity - Not a year can we add to our life
And yet we struggle year after year
A troubled race we run but the war has already been won
Illusion of control
Moratality - Fleeting time upon this mortal plane
Futility - Busy futile lives we live in vain
Frustration and failure from our hands
Can't succeed apart from His command
And yet we boast about our mighty deeds
Tragedy - No power to save ourselves from doom
Mandatory - No recourse but to accept the truth
And yet we don't embrace our destiny