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