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