Destiny? Little you know about that. And little you will. I don't believe in destiny as I don't believe in lies. As I don't believe. You can't have death being the judge of life. As you can't make it sweeter with salt. As you can't wash your hands with destiny. And if you try to, there's no water in the deepest sea gonna ever wash them again.
You must learn to walk your own feet. 'Cause the road won't.
You will learn that death is being lost, not knowing the strange place where you are is the familiar place where you've allways been. The place you never left.
'Cause you paid your ticket to the road and ended up robbed by the driver that was never there.