Hot Cross - Fortune Teller текст песни

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.