Superstitions are doubts Mapping the fate of those who believe Or who are afraid Lucky or unlucky? The path to an alternative is superstition Our lives are worth so little We die more and more every minute We are born at all times But always from a new life There is a new death We were in the wrong place when it happened I knew, I sensed Do not believe it made die We proved that we are dominated by luck Or not? Things turned against me Broken promises Lies about lies Greed and hatred Lust and lack of compassion It's what makes me believe it Superstition Certain numbers may change my life My hands show my future Amulets are always with me Now confidence is something I have We were in the wrong place when it happened I knew, I sensed Do not believe it made die We proved that we are dominated by luck Or not?