curse,

Your twisted fog, mixed ivory tones

I will be frank, I'm far from home

Your harvest comes from someone's field

Their blood poured out and painted the yield

Can you blame me for loving your sweet words?

I did not know I signed a curse

You cut down trees to build bridges there

But concrete life is void of air

This time I'm gone, I've lost remorse

I'll save it for the judge on the white horse

Can you blame me for loving your sweet words?

I did not know I signed a curse