Circus Maximus - Architect Of Fortune

Conscious all day Cautious in my own way Coincidence seems oh so Strange and my actions Are estranged Unconscious but still awake Things that are by chance Seem to always break "I Mever knew I could map Out my life Destined to live each and Every day Aware of what will come Deep down inside I do have All the answers My misfortune My burden in life Is to know what will come Nothing comes undone Predict and prevail That's me..." A skilled mechanic The artificer of destiny An inner panic of knowing What will become of me Predict the Future and my Eyes the only ones to see A heavy burden of endless Possibilities Misled by god, endowed Immense Qualities Imprints of guilt, A repenting Soul inside of me My own misfortune A lack of capability A great success Or a minor Probability A wound that will never Leave a scar A pain that won't go away You still don't know who You really are Wise words gone astray... Every choice, every thought, Every step, stumbling in my Own feet Every word, every sentence, Every line, everyone comes Undone