From the recording A Potentially Lethal Game of Chance
Lyrics
The pride you carry in life
Has weighed you down to settle in strife
A chain and anchor behind
The scrupulous courses you set in your mind
The days seem blurry at best
Lots of late starts and failure to rest
Reversed the plans that you make
Denied and dispersed your energy wastes
This time passes unchanged
For all of life’s battles are left unwaged
You see the end coming forth
A mockery burning with all it unearths
Your place awaits among the bones
Proceed alone to find an empty throne
You reap what you sow; the universe knows
The harder you fight, well, the answers take flight
You long to amend the souls you offend
But as you deny the myth withers and dies
Your plans have withered and worn
An apathy outweighed before its been born
And, now, as evening awaits
A chill in the winter winds whispers Too Late
You hear your number is called
A sickened serenity follows the fall
Instinct will lead you to fate
The footsteps of failures believed to be grace
Your place awaits among the bones
Proceed alone to where your idols have roamed
You reap what you sow; the universe knows
The harder you fight, well the answers take flight
You long to amend the souls you offend
But as you deny the myth withers and dies
You proceed in this sad parade
The elephant marching to the grave
Forget the part that you have played
The elephant marching to the grave