Someone chopped my palms
and said these were lines of fate.
Who gave you the right to declare
what tomorrow holds for me?
I'm no soothsayer.
I just see life
layer, layer.
I can't live how a Magic-8 ball
would like me to live, on it's terms.
"No chance"? It's just not fair!
I'll turn the world upside down
like the ball, but I'll get there
even if I have to peel off my palms
layer, layer.
Priests and pandits can chant!
I don't need alms, I have arms.
I won't beg and call it a prayer.
And if there's God,
it's me! And though the atmosphere
is of doom, I shall accumulate victory...
layer, layer.





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