In the End

Some say it’s luck
And some say it’s fate
Some say it’s nature
Which never is late
Superstitions and voodoo
And god in the sky
Promises and truth
And a little white lie
It’s all right to hope
And noble to stride
There’s nothing wrong with treachery
Nothing wrong with pride
Your bravery may count
And your ego may too
But reality sinks in
That reality is you
Puppetry and anarchy
And chaos will offend
But it’s doom alone
That will count in the end.