The Oracle

By DM Stith

On Fata Morgana

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Time is not an arrow

Time is a grenade

And you're holding it the wrong way

Feels like moving backwards

Even as you stand in place

Oh, ask the oracle anything

How will I know? How will I know? How will I know

How will I know?

How will I know? How will I know? How will I know

How will I know?

A fair fight is a fair fight

Oh, almost, but not quite

So, what do I do? What do I do? What do I do?

What do I do now?

You become a superstition

A symbol of regret

A stone we kiss to make a wish

A wishin' to forget

And you click your heels together

Have you even tried that yet?

You had lightning in a bottle and a promise to collect

At least that's what you thought it meant

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh

In a circuit guided vessel

Retracing your mistakes

Oh, everyday is the same day

A mеrry go round, merry go round, merry go round

Merry go round

Just holding it down, holding it down, holding it down

Holding it down

You bеcome a superstition

A symbol of regret

A stone we kiss to make a wish

A wishin' to forget

And you click your heels together

Have you even tried that yet?

You had lightning in a bottle and a promise to collect

At least that's what you thought it meant

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh

Time is not an arrow

Time is a grenade

And you're holding it the wrong way

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh