The House Always Wins

Once there was a purpose a dream of what might become once there was a prophecy given to someone once there was a story bold and sure within the tale but the theme became an amusement park and somehow we were all born to fail Now we are the gamblers playing dice with each others fate all the guns are loaded in our game of Russian Roulette Once there was a shinning light cast over the vast oceans of our souls but the evil man and woman chained us to their gold Now we are the jesters fool exchanging trinkets for our lives the butt end of a viscous joke watching the sacred as it dies Once we heard a prophet tell us of our human love a vision in its giving belonged to all of us It died upon a bloodied cross the thorn-ed crowns about our head the worded lineage of heaven was not for us to interpret But the evil man and woman wrote this fate within the dirt now we dance to a fiddled tune bereft of its tribal heart Now there is a purpose but its goal is not our own lost in its entertainment we only see what we are shown we no longer know where hell is or if heaven will begin we only know by the preaching of and all our lives are made of sin Now we are the gamblers playing dice with each others fate all the guns are cocked and loaded in their game of our Russian Roulette