Fevered dreams of broken things that may come true
She says that your magic charms, they won't save you

Read it in my palms, read it in my tea leaves
Chills down my spine yeah, when you curse meAlright

Blackend skies and magpie cries, they surround you
But at times your blackend aura may seem blue

Read it in my palms, read it in my tea leaves
Chills down my spin yeah, when you curse me

If I've been fated, why not let me know?
Why not kill me out right?
I don't fucking care and I don't fucking know

Read it in my palms, read it in my tea leaves
Chills down my spine yeah, when you curse me

If I've been fated, why not let me know?
Why not just kill me out right?