Psalms

Is our future gray as the slabs on our drives
Are fortune and fate hidden between our thin lines
Been finding a place on this earth
Behind the tasteless old metal blinds
The hand me downs, lack of work
Feeling enslaved to some dotted line
We're tongue tied
Tangled enraged, the sign of the times
And our palms
Just read like a page from a novel gone wrong
They're spinning a yarn
The lines on our palms

Please tell me they're wrong
They'll only cause harm
The lines on our palms
They're spinning a yarn
And twisting my arm
The lines on our palms
Palms

We're tongue tangled and
Enraged, dotted lines
The signs of the times
Just read like a page from a novel gone wrong
They're spinning a yarn
And twisting my arm
The lines on our palms

Please tell me they're wrong
They'll only cause harm
The lines on our palms
They're spinning a yarn
And twisting my arm
The lines on our palms

Before you were gone
But nothing is set in stone
There's no one to pay if it's luck
Time but nothing more
Signs, the lines on our palms

If our future's gray as the slabs on our drives
By now you'd say
We shouldn't read the lines on our palms