A Fork In The Future
Lag og texti: Valgarður Guðjónsson
A fortune teller in an accident
and horoscopist’s broken business venture.
When all the lies, get packaged, it’s a crime.
You say nothing, talk about nothing all the time
Make your fortune, leave my time alone.
Shape your future by your stars at home.
Keep all the lies to yourself all the time.
A psychic’s rumour on a quake in earth
and catastrophic event’s coming birth
by the way, she has safe place for sale.
But then again perhaps the biggest fool
is the one who follows every rule
set to scare, by parasites tale.