Fate - Loma Prieta

You tell me

Honesty

Is the best policy?

The jury is still out

I cut the judge off at «Be seated»

Don’t let the truth change anything

Turn and walk away

Because I don’t believe in fate

Mascara stained pillowcase

The sun went dim

So we turned to a backup source

Drugs and God

The same distractions

Lay on the dirty floor and stare

At the ceiling like it was

A planetarium dome