we beg the stars for help
the stars never reply
after all, we are mortals
well, we were born to die

we try to choose our fates
like the rat in the maze
but in the end we delude ourselves
into believing we can escape our graves

there is only one choice
to live, or only to exist
because millions never choose to live
merely struggle to subsist

follow paths that thousands walk
or forge your own, brand new
live a life of dull safety
or discover places no one ever knew

we beg the stars for help
the stars never reply
after all, we are mortals
well, we were born to die