You gamble again on the listing scales, The balance endlessly tilting, The rigid structure that will only ever fall two ways. Adamant that the balance cannot be predetermined, That the coin be constantly tossed, And each half equally weighted, There is confusion when the odds don't always favour you. It's very failure you see as it's strength, It's blindness to need or compassion, Gives weight and credence To evils you thought The machine would erase.
An instrument designed to balance the great opposites Must always rely on good and evil.
Why is there a ceiling on what we are trusted with? In place of the gamble on hope or despair, Why can we not rig the system? Let's force the outcome, Let's trust ourselves completely And know that cruelty is not the prerequisite of kindness.
This is all by our hand And can easily be undone, Lets stop the arbitrary outcomes, And just set the balance once.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
