A fate delivered

The one that you love.
The one that will hurt you.
The one up above.
Now a cold wind blows,
Yeah a cold wind blows.
It's breaking down the line.

The nail in your neck,
The knife in your side.
To which you're devoted.
And you pay your tithe.
The coins will reach your eyes.

The one that is holding,
The keys to your heart.
That's bleeding and breaking.
And there's no alarm.
The claws are in your eyes.

And you come back,
And you wanted.
You'd fight back, but you're haunted.
And you wonder, 'is this the one'.
I am not the one to follow...