AroarA - #8 lyrics

The high-priestess for that moment is no one The cards are old That's how they know If you don't have a thing, they can fill you The cards are blank, the symbols be over You door is empty Blank bright, full of light Sometimes I've see the future Tell me what do you see? I see I will pa** on something It was past onto me You door is empty Blank bright, full of light No one's heart's like mine Why not eat it if you've k**ed him? This is your defect, might as well be a diamond You door is empty Blank bright, full of light I don't believe in the cops I don't believe in anything The high-priestess, he said As I handed him his cane You door is empty Blank bright, full of light The cards are optative Why bother any more? He said it was his illness His illness, the ten of swords