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