Late one night, a voice found me: "Don't do what you're about to do." No name, no face, no explanation, Just one warning breaking through. I let it fade, I let it go, Some things you're never meant to know. Don't let it start, Don't let it grow, You won't understand Until you know. Turn away, Before it begins, Keep that door shut— Don't let it in. Days went by, I made a track, Just a late-night tune. Posted it and turned my back, Never thought it'd spread so soon. Don't let it start, Don't let it grow, You won't understand Until you know. Turn away, Before it begins, Keep that door shut— Don't let it in. Then came the messages, Thousands at my door. Every screen, every street, Screaming out for more. One damn track, Again and again, Till I hated every note That I'd ever let begin. Years went by, then came the news: A machine could bend the line. One call could cross the years, A voice could travel back in time. I knew the hour. I knew the day. I knew exactly What I'd say: Don't let it start. Don't let it start, Don't let it grow, Now I understand What I didn't know. Turn away, Before it begins, I opened that door— And let it in. So I chose the date, And called that night. The voice that warned me... Was mine.
