The Icecold Hand Of Destiny

Plans I have made to build it up from this state.
Always moving, never stop, though the answers are made ‘bout the future, ‘bout the past, where
I come from, what will last.
Try to delay things that lead you astray.
But society sucks you out, leads to early decay.
If I will, if
I won't, a decision that
I could not flee.
I prayed it leave me be - the icecold hand of destiny.
Everything's right, it seems the future looks bright.
But there's always factor
X that leads the tumbling dice.
If I will...
Play for future, play for past, where you come from, what will last.