Hot Cross – Fortune Teller Lyrics

HOT CROSSFortune Teller Lyrics Caught cutting through the running tide. Bleeding out; portrayed way past a prime tripping over words and playing tricks on time. Eastern standard time of the dead. Wear clocks round our necks like tombstone. f**k not lest ye be f**ked. A point invariably moot when you’ve outgrown smarts and frustration is