paroles de chanson The Fool - Pyrophoria

Read my Hamsa hand, cobalt blue
Helene the psychic who sees right through
The crystal ball hadn't a clue
I don't know what I'm going to do

Throw the bones and I'll beat the drum
To the tune of no need for a hired gun
The smoke choked, I spoke, they always shun
No hope; I'll bring the boat down with everyone

High Priestess with the crown and a grin
I'm The Fool, the Jack that can't win
The Grim Reaper left 'cause he'd already been
The Magician says, now try again

I climbed the Tower all the way to the top
I watched my kerosene lantern drop
I am the Madwoman but in my story a prop
They beat me but when I rise they'll top