Eric Bennett - Bad Fortune

One task, one simple mission predicated larger foes
Sinister, so sharp and so slick
One miscalculation, I'll surely regret this

A twist of fate, the white rabbit's late, the 8 ball starts to leak
A puddle forms a pitch black hole
No light gets in and it goes so deep

Bad fortune, the cracks in California finally gave way and the ocean eats it all
Tidal waves overtake LA and it's too late, yeah, they're all breathing salt

What is it called when you have too much and not enough at all?
With the discord always waiting on the path you've chosen
There's no true way of ever knowing if your cookies right

Written by:
Eric Bennett

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