Prophet of lies - Cursed be

Cursed Be

Defenceless on an alien plane
Forced to play their game
Faking you're crying
Cause you would have been the one who's dying

Never asked a thing
Never had but this
Brain eating trauma bonding

So I should be locked up in jail
Or left to die on the concrete
As a warning to the freaks
Just tryna medicate

But the world was never like this
Cursed be the first ever tribe
Cursed be the first and last who thrived
Calling us "our brothers"

Cursed be yours false doctrines
Cursed be your poisons, sins and kings
Cursed be the fist who hoarded bricks
To shrink god's power

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Writer(s): Filippo Braccini
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