The beauty of bodies
Is the power of thought

But the sadness in thinking
Is the power of not

And the children of darkness
And the children of light

Wage holy chaos
In the hope that they're right

But the coin

It keeps spiralling
Heads over tails

And the weights that you place
Never balance the scales

Because one side is heavy
And the other is light

Or one child has dark skin
And another is white

And while one man eats caviar
Another man starves

His wife sobs in the corner
Her dead child in her arms

And the coin

It still oscillates
Trailing a line

Blurring the distance
Twixt living and dying

"What goes up must come down"
It's been said many times

And there's always that instinct:
"It's either your turn or mine"

So keep your eyes on the coin
It has secrets to share

And that heads is no different
From tails, I'm aware

That you may not realize
Until it's too late

When the coin shall have landed
And sealed our fate