Fate — Alan Walker, Ava Max | караоке с текстом и отключением вокала

Oh, son or saint, dangerous game. I told myself that I could walk away. Heaven's design made up my mind. But now I wonder, is it all on me or is it fate? Is everything I do already written? Do I even have a say in any way? Is there something else that I should do? Is it even up to me to choose? Is everything I dream a ruse? Is it all on me or can I blame it on fate? Who pulls the strings until I sing? Like I'm a puppet on a rag doll. Who plants the seed, the alchemy? Pulling us under, is it all on me or is it fate? Is everything I do already written? Do I even have a say in any way? Is there something else that I should do? Is it even up to me to choose? Is everything I dream a ruse? Is it all on me or can I blame it on fate?