Cursed

Lifting limbs with bones all rotten Such sweet condition will I endure Dry skull is rattling Deeds, thoughts and visions so impure Hopeless and dead inside We've never seen this coming Comfort in lie We've never seen this coming Comfort in lie Pretending to live And breathe Comfort in lie Comfort in sin Black crosses Drawn years back are fading in Willingly falling Continuous cycle pulsing within Hopeless and dead inside We've never seen this coming Comfort in lie We've never seen this coming Comfort in sin Pretending to live And breathe Forcing myself to pick Spilled diamonds of sand Trading as gold Pieces of dirt Forcing myself to pick Spilled diamonds of sand Trading as gold Pieces of dirt