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.