What if I am wrong about tomorrow and the day before
And everything I think is true, I find is not
Will my world just stop revolving, spinning all around
If I discover, that I am just a dot

A dot among the billions, existing in this day
Thinking that we all hold the truth
That everything we know inside is self-evident
And we don’t give a **** about the proof

What if I find that my beliefs are just a fairy tale
A mystical illusion, that all the other dots create
That no matter how I live my life and what’s inside my heart
I have already been dealt a hand by fate