Do we even have a say?
Do we even have a voice?
Did we ever stand a chance?
Do we really have a choice?
It seems we are powerless to resist the fate written in the stars
Obliged as if hands were tied, destiny awaits as time and tide dictates
It seems we are karma bound by action forgot from another life
Somehow universe requires balance opposite – third Newton law predicts
It seems this an endless cycle of samsara, as if born to die
Around and around we go, up and down we flow, across species divide
[Chorus x 3]
(I think we do)