Fortune Teller — текст песни (Hot Cross)

Caught cutting through the running tide.
Bleeding out; portrayed way past a prime tripping over words
and playing tricks on time.
Eastern standard time of the dead.
Wear clocks round our necks like tombstone.
Fuck not lest ye be fucked.
A point invariably moot when you`ve outgrown smarts
and frustration is your strongest suit.
Keep in mind,
it`s the wisest man that will always be told to forget his ego for a minute
and realize that he can`t replace his ass just because he found
a crack in it.
How can we sit so still when its so hard to look passed the last
one you loved;
so hard to find what you felt in that touch?
How can I go on searching for these days when I`m standing among them?
I`ve found my way back there.
Rhetorical wisdom will always prove to be a locked door a lost chance
and all you`ll never see a statement betrayed like your worst enemy.
26 years past my prime as if minutes made a difference.
You can`t change a mind lost to the hours held so dear,
Like ostriches with head in sand we fear our desires.
Breathe every breath like it wasn`t a count-down can`t force
your way out of a dream purchased with fear.