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?