This Curse Belongs to Us
Greed
Will overcome all senses
Killing ourselves
Killing our souls
Killing our humanity
Crushed by the weight of this illness
Can't escape what lingers within
Within the depths of my mind we slowly rot
At the sight of what beckons us
Overwhelming thoughts spread from my head to my hands
Choking the life out of you
Seeing your life flee from your eyes brings us such release
This burden this curse only belongs to us
This burden this curse only belongs to us
As we pry it from your cold hands
We know this curse it's ours
This curse belongs to us
It's ours
Ours
It's ours it is and we wants it back
You should have listened to my greed
Alive without breath cold as death
Never thirsty ever drinking
'Murderer' they called us
They cursed us drove us away
We wept precious
We wept to be so alone
We forgot the taste of bread
The sound of trees
The softness of the wind
We even forgot our own fucking name
Why does it cry Sméagol?
Cruel Men hurts us
They tricksed us
Of course they did
I told you they was tricksy
I told you they was false
No not its business
Leave us alone
They stole it from us
My precious
It's my birthday bitch!
Will overcome all senses
Killing ourselves
Killing our souls
Killing our humanity
Crushed by the weight of this illness
Can't escape what lingers within
Within the depths of my mind we slowly rot
At the sight of what beckons us
Overwhelming thoughts spread from my head to my hands
Choking the life out of you
Seeing your life flee from your eyes brings us such release
This burden this curse only belongs to us
This burden this curse only belongs to us
As we pry it from your cold hands
We know this curse it's ours
This curse belongs to us
It's ours
Ours
It's ours it is and we wants it back
You should have listened to my greed
Alive without breath cold as death
Never thirsty ever drinking
'Murderer' they called us
They cursed us drove us away
We wept precious
We wept to be so alone
We forgot the taste of bread
The sound of trees
The softness of the wind
We even forgot our own fucking name
Why does it cry Sméagol?
Cruel Men hurts us
They tricksed us
Of course they did
I told you they was tricksy
I told you they was false
No not its business
Leave us alone
They stole it from us
My precious
It's my birthday bitch!
Credits
Writer(s): James Furrow, Major Bruno, Vance Bratcher
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