Scattergram - Tiles

It happened again — just another day

Nothing changes — or gets in the way

Don’t turn your back — who can you trust?

No one cares — it’s a scattergram of luck

The image taking shape

Fears turn into fate

Living with the wheels we set in motion

Reaping the seeds we sow

Fallen angels destined for destruction

Clinging to the things which we know

One cycle — one big game

Always life and death — placing the blame

Who can decide — where the wheel stops

When nothing changes — it’s a scattergram of luck

The image taking shape

Sadly it’s too late

Living with the wheels we set in motion

Reaping the seeds we sow

Fallen angels destined for destruction

Clinging to the things which we know

Maybe something is just around the corner

Since nothing has happened yet

Don’t follow someone else’s vision

Making deals and hedging bets

Living with the wheels we set in motion

Reaping the seeds we sow

Fallen angels destined for destruction

Clinging to the things which we know