I remember things that haven't happened yet
It's like deja vu is stuck in my head
I have these premonitions of things to come
What should I do with these powers I've borne?

I have the power to save those in need
But what if they're destined to do a cruel deed?
If I come to their aid, they'll spend life in a cell
And if I don't they'll spend it in Hell

Maybe I can sort out how to manage this curse
I can put things on levels by who is worse
But what gives me the right to decide
Who's worthy to live and who's ready to die?

Is society ready to meet their true fate?
Or is it all destined to explode in their face?
Maybe a life is meant to be small
Maybe I'm meant to do nothing at all

Can you even call it help
If a bruise is now a welt?
Life can only be postponed
Until the day it melts