A. G. Cook
O Fortuna
[Verse 1]
Written alone
Like taking blood from stones
I need help
Can’t do this on my own
I had a dream
A little song machine
With no stars
To shine a light on me

[Chorus]
Death by a million cuts
Barely could score a hit
I’ll never have enough
I’m such a hypocrite
Death for a million plays
Royalty always pays
Spin the wheel, I can’t deal
Now I kneel and pray

[Verse 2]
I am told
My fortune’s getting old
I have sold
Platinum turns to gold
[Chorus]
Death by a million cuts
Barely could score a hit
I’ll never have enough
I’m such a hypocrite
Death for a million plays
Royalty always pays
Spin the wheel, I can’t deal
Now I kneel and pray