Текст песни Circus Maximus - Architect of Fortune

Conscious all day, cautious in my own way
Coincidence seems oh so strange
and my actions are estranged
Unconscious, but still awake
Things that are by chance seem to always break

I never knew I could map out my life,
destined to live each and every day
aware of what will come
Deep down inside, I do have all the answers
My misfortune, my burden in life
is to know what will come
Nothing comes undone
Predict and prevail: that's me

A skilled mechanic, the artificer of destiny
An inner panic of knowing what will become of me
Predict the future and my eyes the only ones to see
a heavy burden of endless possibilities
Misled by God, endowed immense qualities
Imprints of guilt, a repenting soul inside of me
My own misfortune a lack of capability
A great success or a minor probability

A wound that will never leave a scar
A pain that won't go away
You still don't know who you really are
Wise words gone astray

Every choice, every thought, every step
Stumbling in my own feet
Every word and every sentence, every line
Everyone comes...comes undone

I never knew I could map out my life,
destined to live each and every day
aware of what will come
Deep down inside, I do have all the answers
My misfortune, my burden in life
is to know what will come
Nothing comes undone
Predict and prevail: that's me