Let Us Out

Domesticated paradise...
It was never really free.
At least, that's what I think,
But no one else believes me.
Everyone wants to be lucky,
So go ahead, roll a pair of dice.
Hope for your paradise.

Three dice, triple six.
The Devil likes to play tricks.
Go ahead and shrug it off,
But fate is something you can't "fix".

Free me from this "paradise".
Here, we breathe the air of lies.
We could never really see,
Blinded pairs of eyes.
Call it what you want,
But its domesticated paradise...
We were never really free.