Baby what's the future hold
I don't know
But I know I'm growing older, growing colder
Lay the table out, draw the cards
Pick them out one by one
First to come, is the fool
Oh that's me, a fate so cruel
But guided by a golden rule
Second off the top, is the magician
Spells weaved, illusions leave you deceived
Third up, is the lovers, intertwined
But reversed, break your heart, leave you behind
Resting deep within the earth
Blame it on the fates, and the wicked webs they weave
Pulling strings to make you dance and sing, do anything they please
Baby what's the future hold
I don't know
But I know I'm growing older, growing colder
Lay the table out, draw the cards
Pick them out one by one
Next to come is judgement
Measured, on the scales of justice
Like your heart by Anubis
Against the feather, can you do this?
Fifth up, is the tower, calamity and ruin
Sudden catastrophe, apathy, and vanity
Sixth is the devil, sat atop the pedestal
Terrible, but impeccable
Machinations set in motion
Blame it on the fates, and the wicked webs they weave
Pulling strings to make you dance and sing, do anything they please