Black Mass

At the masses of the old Where the ancient priestess shows and seeks Her visions from a cup While she shakes her chain of bones trying to read The residue of boiled out coffee leaves Yeah she knows how it all will go And here is what she told to me She told me that I will lose it all And become a A severed soul And become a Reading of the palm Yeah she knows it all She told me if I didn't change she would no longer be by my side Then what would I do if my baby left me behind Reading of the palm Yeah she knows it all What's my future miss Can you tell me please Where did I go wrong Can I still fix all What I have become Shame on you my son Dress my dying light Reading of the palm Yeah she knows it all