I like to think we're all one in a million,
From the point we were in our mother's womb,
to the point we crust down in under the city clay.

I like to think we all have a purpose,
a purpose to help, a purpose to hurt
a purpose to aid, a purpose to raid
And a purpose to live.

I like to think we all have our own fate
A fate to meet, a fate to fade,
A fate to cry or a fate to laugh,
A fate to die.

But regardless of what I like to think,
I now realise it's an illusion chained in my state of mind...