Foolish superstitions bring apprehension to the stand
Paralyzing the heart of the bravest man
Fiercely gripping him in a fear so impetuously insane
He merely looks at you in wonder, when you ask his name
Infestation of delusion spreads throughout his senses
Freezing him and all his logic a bitter cold
As a black feline runs across his path, you can see him lose it all
While gripping tightly to the steering wheel he holds
For seven years now, he has mourned the loss of his Lady Luck
While imprisoned in the mirror that he broke
As he believes this to be, the cause of all that has gone wrong
One can almost feel sorry for this poor bloke
The worst days of the year may be his untimely demise
As each time Friday the 13th comes into play
You can see him slowly lose his mind as he makes attempts
To avoid anything and everything that day
I cannot imagine living in this world of dreadful fear
Such a distressful existence this would be
Believing in the lies of old wives tales and bad omens
Is certainly not the choice in life for me
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 6:37 AM UTC
Foolish superstitions bring apprehension to the stand
Paralyzing the heart of the bravest man
Fiercely gripping him in a fear so impetuously insane
He merely looks at you in wonder, when you ask his name
Infestation of delusion spreads throughout his senses
Freezing him and all his logic a bitter cold
As a black feline runs across his path, you can see him lose it all
While gripping tightly to the steering wheel he holds
For seven years now, he has mourned the loss of his Lady Luck
While imprisoned in the mirror that he broke
As he believes this to be, the cause of all that has gone wrong
One can almost feel sorry for this poor bloke
The worst days of the year may be his untimely demise
As each time Friday the 13th comes into play
You can see him slowly lose his mind as he makes attempts
To avoid anything and everything that day
I cannot imagine living in this world of dreadful fear
Such a distressful existence this would be
Believing in the lies of old wives tales and bad omens
Is certainly not the choice in life for me
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