I suppose this is me being selfish,
But I don’t even know why I’m here.
I’ve traveled across the Atlantic,
And still I feel nothing, my dear.
The rain on these streets make them mirrors.
The clouds see themselves and they cry.
They’re darker today than they’ve ever been.
I see myself in that sky.
I’m lost, but I hear my name ringing out from the trees.
And I don’t know no father who’s going to save me.
She had me in trances I couldn’t break free.
Tarot cards and unwinding lines in my palms.
Duct tape around my wrists,
The strangest satisfaction from a curse.
Blood on her fingertips,
And I can tell this ain’t even the worst.
Unholy women are lying in the streets.
They know the stakes are high,
And she’s already in the hot seat.
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