Major Arcana

🃏THE MAJOR ARCANA 🃏 “Cut the cards…” Come inside, Stay awhile, This parlor’s vacant, Not a soul for miles. Take a seat, Pick a card, Choose carefully, Don’t stray too far… Unseen forces hanging over my head, Why does this game seem less cheap… And more like the end? (The end… the end… the end…) [Drum Pause | silence broken by isolated hits.] (The end of everything…) The fool, the moon, all the hierophant, Flip the card, what did I get? Wheel of fortune, temperance… Will I meet the devil or be taken by death? Pick a card, let the nightmare begin, Have I been crushed down by the high priestess? A bag of shit pulled out by the magician? Did a card leave me bleeding in the stars? While the sun is low and the moon is apart, Just flip the card… There’s blood on the cloth, it’s starting to pool, Murky black sludge clotting over the fool. The tower has crumbled under the mocking moon, Walking in hoping for a lover… Instead I’m choking, suspended by my noose. This parlor trick, There’s more to it, I can feel the reading bleeding into my skin. This little read, Is more than it seems, Flipping each, I can see clearly— The cards are taking control of everything! (Leaving me in mutilated little devastated pieces…) The fool, the moon, oh, the hierophant, Flip the card, what did I get? Wheel of fortune, temperance… Will I meet the devil or be taken by death? Just flip the card… Flip the card… Will I live or fall apart? Just flip the card… Flip the card… Just flip that fuckin’ card.