The thread she pulls is destiny A random game of chance intertwined Your path is not a mystery fallout You're suffering a premedication
I can move mountains Now that you're gone I can see colors that I I've never known
The stars predict unraveling All part of your incurable malady It was always meant to be this hard There's nothing you can do to change it
I can move mountains Now that you're gone I can see colors that I I've never known
This curse that reveals itself over time It slithers across the floor at a snail's pace Its victims cannot tell they're being woven into the ground Slowly but surely every brick, every stone stacked against you
Another card is turned Another domino falls A bolt of lightning from the sky The future's past and present lies The hand of death and doom The guide
