[Verse 1]
Nearing the end of my mission
You always find a little way
To confirm my suspicions
And evoke my superstitions
You're putting me in a difficult position

[Verse 2]
Waiting for my appointment
You always find a little way
To prepare for disappointment
And I said this back before I was annointed
But in times like this
I can't help but feelin' pointless