Benjamin Twine

Tell

There's no way to tell

If he's faithful or lying

There's no way of telling

If things will be alright

I really can't tell you

If fate is deceiving

You and your mind

Into infinite night

There's no way to tell

If she's truthful or joking

There's no way of telling

When she will die

I really can't tell you

If one day you'll kill her

Or if her own hand

Will make her wrists cry