Taking everything as a sign of the divine,
Or of a purpose that you're never going to find.

In every second you can find a tragedy,
Coincidence can be dismissed as meant to be.

And you'll have what's left!
Anyone's guess is better than a quest for meaning or enlightenment,
That never ends!

Making promises changes honest men into shadows chasing lies,
When it's all just a game of faking love to hold your place.
From side to side, face to face, not getting by without a taste.

In every second you can find a tragedy,
Coincidence can be dismissed as meant to be.

Something cold is grabbing my chest.
Something cold is grabbing my chest.
Something cold is grabbing my chest.
Something cold is grabbing my chest.

And it's not letting go,
And I'll never know,
If it's the doubt or the faith or the love,
Or the hate or the fear it's all for show!

In every second you can find a tragedy,
Coincidence can be dismissed as meant to be.

Something cold is grabbing my chest...