Trying to contemplate an end And see a path that leads to it Question the will to choose Is that which we do ours to decide? Or does the past predict the final outcome Are we ever really free? The events precedently Affect the subsequent There is no change to the infinite Fate is determined Free will is an illusion Nothing you say or do Has ever been created by you I see the future and all I see is black The sands of time have been prescribed By that which remains unknown Your future turns to stone The writing cannot be erased The past is final no saving grace Your will be done mechanically No point to life its all a mistake, continue with no end Suffering or bliss Irrelevant is this Pay the perfect price Free will for all time I see the future and all I see is black Black as the night Never ending life Black Future