The Weird Sisters

Are you mortal or divine
Do you envy for denial
An oracle of our time

Are you a jealous type
Too often seeing blind
To hurt left behind

And now your story
Is made out of luck
Your only glory
Stolen from a book
To me it's obvious
You're losing touch
Just like
The weird sisters

Are you wanting pleasure
Or more of the same
Another one to feel pain

Are you having premonitions
To believe in superstition
A world that you can't change

And now your story
Is made out of luck
Your only glory
Stolen from a book
To me it's obvious
You're losing touch
Just like
The weird sisters

Macbeth
Heard a prophecy
He would be king
Of land and sea
And all of God's
Opportunity
How foolish
How foolish was he

And now your story
Is made out of luck
Your crowning glory
Stolen from a book
To me it's obvious
You're losing touch
Just like
Just like
Just like
The weird sisters



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Licursi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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