You want to read my cards boy sink into my crystal ball
See the tarot readings and the writing on the wall

I’m absolved of truth Sin City touches my eyes
Breathes into my skin like a world in sheep disguised

Nothing always turns into something other than I
It doesn’t matter about WingTsun when the broken bird can’t fly.

Stolen kisses and bites of always precious life
You were given three wishes and a passion for being alive

Beyond your time since the echoes of the world said I
And you’re right, there is only room for one sun in the sky

But the moon looks after the billion stars all said and done
Waxing white crayons on black, but where will you run?