Trying to contemplate an end  And see a path that leads to it  Question the will to choose    Is that which we do ours to decide?   Or does the past predict the final outcome    Are we ever really free?   The events precedently  Affect the subsequent  There is no change to the infinite    Fate is determined  Free will is an illusion  Nothing you say or do  Has ever been created by you    I see the future and all I see is black    The sands of time have been prescribed  By that which remains unknown  Your future turns to stone    The writing cannot be erased  The past is final no saving grace  Your will be done mechanically    No point to life it's all a mistake, continue with no end    Suffering or bliss  Irrelevant is this  Pay the perfect price  Free will for all time    I see the future and all I see is black  Black as the night  Never ending life  Black Future