[ Featuring Medscape, Eighty-Third Avenue ]
One, two, three, let it be
No more magic, no more tricks
Heads up
Slipped and fell, slipped and fell
No more magic, no more tricks
You've had more than enough of your fix
Heads up
No more magic, no more tricks
You've had more than enough of your fix
Meddling in things that aren't yours to touch
You knew your place and you knew it well
Bravery and foolishness are so hard to tell apart from each other
You're really in over your head, aren't you
I can't say I didn't warn you
You have nobody to blame but yourself
At least your death will be quick. I'll try
Slipped and fell, slipped and fell
No more magic, no more running
Your wits and your cunning only take you so far
You're at the end of your rope. Let go
