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Tarot Card Confessional

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[Intro - Whisper/Spoken Word] (Sound of rain on glass, gentle static) Shhh... The cards don't lie. They just wait for you to catch up. [Verse 1] The window’s fogged, the city’s quiet now Just the sound of the needle spinning ‘round I laid the spread out on the cheap wood floor Three little secrets, then you knocked on the door The Lovers card was upside down, of course A broken promise riding on a pale horse You asked me for my help, said, "Tell me what to do?" But the High Priestess whispered, "The choice isn't new." [Chorus] King of Swords on the floor, yeah, you came back for more But I'm the High Priestess standing at the door Every reading ends the same, you’re the Fool who plays the game Don't ask me to choose, I already know who you lose (It's you, baby, it's always you) In this tarot card confessional [Verse 2] The Muffled drum machine skips a beat, just like my heart Another second chance, tearing me apart You talk about a future, shiny and so bright But the Tower’s standing tall in the pale moonlight You want the truth? It's right here in my hand A mirror to the soul you don’t understand I could lie, I could choose to smooth things over But the truth has a scent, like cold, damp clover. [Chorus] King of Swords on the floor, yeah, you came back for more But I'm the High Priestess standing at the door Every reading ends the same, you’re the Fool who plays the game Don't ask me to choose, I already know who you lose (It's you, baby, it's always you) In this tarot card confessional [Bridge] The Ten of Swords stabs deep, right through the regret It’s the final ending we haven't acknowledged yet I don't need magic to fix the wires we cut I just need the courage to keep my own third eye shut But it won’t close... it sees everything. [Outro] (Tempo slows, vocals become more whispered and intimate) I shuffle the deck one last time, just for show (Rain sounds get louder) I won't tell you the future, you already know. Go home. The reading is done. (Fades out with warm, out-of-tune synth chords and the sound of a record skipping)