The gods are fickle and cruel...
They often take more than they give...
This life is pain for mortal fools
Fighting just to simply live

Gotta be careful, you might just get all the things you may want
If you're wishing on a shooting star, you will always catch the brunt
Of the tidal wave of karma and the things that you may owe
Stealing fire and ambrosia,
there's a cost that you should know

So my brothers and my sisters
Careful what you pray to gain
Because the sun that's shining on you will soon hide behind the rain
Heaven smiles upon the sinner and it scoffs at saints until
You find yourself in shackles,
We all have to pay the bill

...

So they say a weight is lifted when you take the time to cry,
But it leaves me feeling sifted and these tears will never buy
Not a single ounce of peace or give back anything you lose;
Stave off even tiny demons, even though we're free to choose

After crying, now I'm laughing with the gods at plans I've made,
For the things I sought to heal me were the things that dragged the blade
'crost the wounds I thought were healing, but now running crimson red,
Scars like constellations turn to bloody chasms in their stead

Now the laughter fades again to thoughts of sadness and remorse
At the hurdles and the valleys I have conquered on this course
How I vaulted and I wandered through them all to get this far...