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 [bad word] 
 Deep down inside I do have 
 All the answers 
 My misfortune 
 My burden in life 
 Is to know what [bad word] 
 [bad word] undone 
 Predict and prevail 
 That's me..." 

 skilled mechanic 
 The artificer of destiny 
 An inner panic of knowing 
 What will [bad word] of me 
 Predict the Future and my 
 Eyes the only ones to see 
 heavy burden of endless 
 Possibilities 
 Misled by god, endowed 
 Immense Qualities 

 Imprints of guilt, repenting 
 Soul inside of me 
 My own misfortune 
 lack of capability 
 great success 
 Or a minor Probability 

 wound that will never 
 Leave a scar 
 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, [bad word] 
 Undone