Take a chance,
Roll the dice
Doesn't matter to me what you get,
But you can't spin twice
Take what you get, but you must live with what you take
God sure doesn't care if it's a mistake
Trudging along these pre-determined paths
He doesn't care if it's a high or a crash
Sometimes I wonder if there is a God out there
And if there is, does he even care?
A game played by a fickle God,
Is what we people call our lifetimes
Does anything we do matter?
Have we been fed a bunch of lies?
The Game of Life binds us all to the king
Just being puppeted on invisible strings
A game of chance is all that it is, we can't choose if we sink or swim
Chains affix our very limbs
Because in the end, we all are bound to Him
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