Self Torture - Rolling Dice lyrics

Sometimes my life Is like rolling dice My future reflection Is hazy in my eyes Luck: is just a sunny day Money: handful of coins Success: it's just a, just a what? Meal: bait on my teeth I'd like to tell myself something serious Formal as if it's not tedious I could just laugh at myself When life is serious Your life revolves around six numbers Rolling dice Not a matter of demand, but effort Beak up that crowded mind Decide, create doors No instant results No petty chants Nor lit candles and cake For such a gamble Drop the dice Start to roll