A Complex Slate Songtext
von Schemata Theory

Genetic predisposition is not our definition
Demon ain′t not our fight
We are walking mirrors of social description
Environments feed that abyss

Don't be categorized
The past can be left behind
It shall be recognized
Choice can be finalized
You think you know who I am

If we were born this way
Why should we try and change?
The fabric we reflect
Is of this place you have made

Villains extracted from birth potential left on us
Born with light unbound pain
If features can make us
That makes some unstable
We are dying, we are changed


Don′t be categorized
The past can be left behind
It shall be recognized
Choice can be finalized

If we were born this way
Why should we try and change?
The fabric we reflect
Is of this place you have made

Can I self-define?
Break free of the lines
Can I self-define?
Take control of my own life

Our decisions depend on what paths lie ahead
Forgive the chooser so his own salvation can be made
Plant the seeds for a tree you'll never get to see
We can all be saved
Of my own life
We can all be saved
We can all be saved

We are a complex light
Based on the hell for height
We are a complex light
Based on the hell for height