You might wait a lot for something and it doesn't happen
And it could happen without you waiting for it
You might look forward and see nothing
But when you turn you're around, that thing shows up
It's fucking luck
Which tells you you won't get what you want and no one will get it, you will continue to feel that strange feeling of death
You'll feel like you're a curse on this world
And that the world is your curse
you won't be able, to tell the truth
Because it will be chasing you
When I heard Hogan's voice coming from behind
I smiled
He jumped from the back in front of the door, he was wearing a hat that looked like something a circus magician would wear
he looked at me with a funny smile and a really weird expression
An expression that makes You feel like you're standing in front of a creature from a different world
He seemed to have been hiding a lot inside of him and showing very little