Throw it away, force it off
Its not your thing and never has been
I’ve had enough of lizard lips
and deceptive eyes
So hard to tell the true from the false
I always thought it were easy
Maybe I’ve been wrong all my life

And I’ll come unraveling down on top of you
Cover and consume you
We’ll see what the outcome will be
Depends upon the lying of the cards
So she placed them in a half circle before her
Hand hovering you notice a weight in her wrist
Comes with age they say

And it was my card which fell from the pack for you
What is that to mean?
When we are nothing at all
And even less now

Oh beware!
Who’s to know?
Who’s to know!

The bell tolls
I am reassured i'm still here.
My hand is cold
I am reassured you're not.