taking everything as a sign of the divine or of a purpose that you re never going to find in every second you can find a tragedy coincidence can be dismissed as meant to be and you ll have what s left anyone s guess is better than a quest for meaning or enlightenment that never ends making promises changes honest men into shadows chasing lies when it s all just a game of faking love to hold your place from side to side face to face not getting by without a taste in every second you can find a tragedy coincidence can be dismissed as meant to be something cold is grabbing for my chest something cold is grabbing for my chest something cold is grabbing for my chest something cold is grabbing for my chest and it s not letting go and i ll never know if it s the doubt or the faith or the love or the hate or the fear that it s all for show in every second you can find a tragedy coincidence can be dismissed as meant to be something cold is grabbing for my chest something cold is grabbing for my chest