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Smoke from the bay leaves curled through the room
A priestess sat shaking, whispering doom
The words were unclear, but our faith was strong
So we wrote them in stone, then we marched to war
And the oracle was wrong
Or maybe we misread the song
We made maps from broken glass
Then blamed the stars when we couldn't pass
The armies returned with silence and ash
The answers made sense, just not for our past
A victory promised through divine grace
Blood on the altar, no gods in the place
And the oracle was wrong
Or maybe we misread the song
We bent the wind into a chart
Then blamed the sea when it fell apart
Smoke still rises from the cave...
We keep asking... it won't behave...
The oracle was wrong
And the oracle was wrong
Or maybe we misread the song
We heard what we wanted to hear
Then blamed the voice when death drew near
And the oracle was wrong
And the oracle was wrong