The accidents born from intentions
Fate born from coincidences
Souls scared believe in lies
Gather around the icons of sin
What God bet when playing dice
The blood, shed for idle thoughts
The present brought by the random numbers
The future that comes after the next roll
Raise the tower higher, let the God hear the hymns
Let the heaviest penalty fall onto the highest voice
Hold on to yourself not to the icons
Pray for now and not for the future
What God bet when playing dice
The other side of god's face
The present brought by the random numbers
The future that comes after the next roll
The future,
I won't lean on
The hope
I won't leave out

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