Fate? from Patch Notes by Bran Crown

Come help me in falling, I'll calling
I don't want your fate, can't you tell?
As far as I see it, I'd be bored as hell
It's not so much as my place to dwell
And whether faithless, I'll mean just as well

So toss me your sins and your burdens
My shoulders can handle more weight than this
I'll make well of your whiskey, your wine or your gin
They say you won't be needing that where you are going

But it won't be long, no it can't be long before I'm something new
It may sound wrong but I've come and gone
More times than to know what to do

At risk of sounding crude I'm going to say it to you
What's new with you?

Are you helping yourself, or just stalling?
Your faith is not a crutch nor a spell
As far as I see it, in death you'll live well
But just who are you to say how you'll live
When your only judge indian gives?

But you won't be wrong, no you can't be wrong
It's something you just don't do
Just so you know, we'll come and go
And there's not a damn thing you can do

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