Absent Minded
every week the world predicts me
i feel like a cursed prophet
and you all knew i was coming
by some miracle
you know my next move
way before i do
and like fate has lessons install for me
everything is a puzzle for me to see through to break my own curse
i dream every night
but don't see the best thing
instead i feel the pain i see the horrors and end up crying for the world
I feel like a cursed prophet
either like have lived this life before and you are all at the fountain of you th but i keep coming back to do the same thing
to beat the game
and your always two steps ahead of me
but I'm always lost and confused
so what does the saint have to say
what does the prophet see inside his minds eyes
stuck in a moment forever afraid to let go
because of a belief instilled upon us
I feel like an incredible being a gifted fortune teller at times
a revolutionary that you should read between the lines and see
this is nothing at all
just a journal of the deluded
where i try to piece together the music industry
to see where it all makes sens
its like I've been here before as the dejavous reminds me again
the nightmares of assassins in my bed with knives and guns don't scare me really my friends
I feel like a cursed prophet like i have something deep inside
like the lotteries of Vegas are rolling its last dice
like Rushmore is winking at me saying i was a mountain now I'm your disgrace
but i humble myself
and wander through the maze to findmyslef lost in this room where all i see is light
and all ifeel is warmth and there is no way out
I'm alone and terrified
and i wan to wake up
before the white nothing
claims another victim
and you all knew i was coming
by some miracle
you know my next move
way before i do
and like fate has lessons install for me
everything is a puzzle for me to see through to break my own curse
i dream every night
but don't see the best thing
instead i feel the pain i see the horrors and end up crying for the world
I feel like a cursed prophet
either like have lived this life before and you are all at the fountain of you th but i keep coming back to do the same thing
to beat the game
and your always two steps ahead of me
but I'm always lost and confused
so what does the saint have to say
what does the prophet see inside his minds eyes
stuck in a moment forever afraid to let go
because of a belief instilled upon us
I feel like an incredible being a gifted fortune teller at times
a revolutionary that you should read between the lines and see
this is nothing at all
just a journal of the deluded
where i try to piece together the music industry
to see where it all makes sens
its like I've been here before as the dejavous reminds me again
the nightmares of assassins in my bed with knives and guns don't scare me really my friends
I feel like a cursed prophet like i have something deep inside
like the lotteries of Vegas are rolling its last dice
like Rushmore is winking at me saying i was a mountain now I'm your disgrace
but i humble myself
and wander through the maze to findmyslef lost in this room where all i see is light
and all ifeel is warmth and there is no way out
I'm alone and terrified
and i wan to wake up
before the white nothing
claims another victim
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every week the world predicts me
every week the world predicts me
