Sympathy for the ones who lost in their battles
 Giving extra courage to the dying others
 Life would easily devour us in the most evil way
 While we try to identify with the law of nature
 They might believe in a survival of the fittest
 Some say it's a survival of the luckiest
 Or maybe even survival of the prettiest
 In the end, you will just see someone survives
 Religions teach methods of a survival of the holiest
 You would rather be a survivor of the luckiest
 Or maybe even survivor of the gentlest
 In our world of randomness
 We wish to design our grand destiny
 Avoiding any factor of changeableness
 Steer clear from option towards extinction
 In our world of randomness
 We wish to design our grand destiny
 A destiny which is entering into the psyche
 And in our world, it's beyond our control
 Having open oxygen to breathe easily
 Freedom from now, but this does not work that way
 We never know if someday we must pay-per-inhale
 As we cannot expand our dimensional limits