Hot Cross Fortune Teller Lyrics

Fortune Teller Lyrics

Caught cutting through the running tide. Bleeding out; portrayed way past a
prime tripping over words and playing tricks on time. Eastern standard time of
the dead. Wear clocks round our necks like tombstone. Fuck not lest ye be
fucked. A point invariably moot when you've outgrown smarts and frustration is
your strongest suit. Keep in mind, it's the wisest man that will always be told
to forget his ego for a minute and realize that he can't replace his ass just
because he found a crack in it. How can we sit so still when its so hard to
look passed the last one you loved; so hard to find what you felt in that
touch? How can I go on searching for these days when I'm standing among them?
I've found my way back there. Rhetorical wisdom will always prove to be a
locked door a lost chance and all you'll never see a statement betrayed like
your worst enemy. 26 years past my prime as if minutes made a difference. You
can't change a mind lost to the hours held so dear, Like ostriches with head in
sand we fear our desires. Breathe every breath like it wasn't a count-down can't
force your way out of a dream purchased with fear.