It sounds insane
But the oracle she called my name
Dragged me inside,
Stuck these ancient coins up to my eyes
Said with these I see right through
No matter what you do
Like Styx this river's fixed in front of
you
And you know it to be true
She grabbed my cheeks
I felt my little heart get weak
Whispered to me
You're as shallow as these breaths you
breathe
Your words are dirt, tar, and glue
No matter what you do
Paving the shoddy streets in front of you
And you know it to be true
Your gathering fear grows like the beard
Of neglect around the neck of you
And you wear it proud
Like some self-knit shroud
But fear knows no refuge
And there is no other truth
So I broke out
Dragged her words behind me on the
ground
By the time I’m home
I’d lost them thirty blocks ago
With those two coins I buy myself a
brew
It was all that I could do
But through the filthy night’s perfume
I hear that oracle’s tune
Your gathering fear grows like the beard
Of neglect around the neck of you
And you wear it proud
Like some self-knit shroud
But fear knows no refuge
And there is no other truth
Your gathering fear grows like the beard
Of neglect around the neck of you
And you wear it proud
Like some self-knit shroud
But fear knows no refuge
And there is no other truth
