Oh No!

I told you so, I told you so, I told you so

I told you so, I told you so

I told you the cold wind's blowing

The cycles repeat and there's nothing new here under the sun

Now the cracks are showing

It feels like we've been here forever but the show's just begun

What if there is no enemy?

Could it be that there's a repressed memory, a past-life indeed

And when there is no subtlety there's a need

To reconnect and cast your light