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