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Branching out ahead of me, (Life)

I see the tines of destiny, (Blind)

and I’m petrified. (Petrified)

Do we have autonomy? (Lies)

Are we bound to what will be? (Prize)

Seems my hands are tied. (Tied).

Are the answers set in stone?

Carved into the flesh and bone?

Are these choices mine alone?

Mine alone.

Twisting 'round inside of me, (Fight)

I feel the pain of what fate brings, (Rise)

and I’m terrified. (Terrified).

Fail. Claw. Shed. Scrape. Bleed. Lose. Rise.

Find your way.

Was there ever any choice to begin with?

(Is it one path cut in two separate ways?)

There’s just got to be a way to shake this feeling.

(Do we walk or are we led by our legs?)

That we’re all forever doomed to the sequence,

(The series) that keeps us stuck in place.

And so I’ll crawl, to hope, to change.

(Was there ever any choice to begin with?)

And I’ll embrace the yoke of time.

(There’s got to be a way to shake this feeling).

I’ll keep my pace and fail and claw and shed.

Scrape and bleed and lose.

But I'll break this chain.

I can. I need. I must. I will.

Branching out ahead of me (Sheds)

I see the tines of destiny. (Light)

I'm electrified. (Electrified)

Do we have autonomy? (Pry)

Can we alter what will be? (Mind)

Seems my hand’s untied. (And untied)