Superstition

[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