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Artiste:
Wormbox
Titre:
Harbor The Curse
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i will destroy myself curse of the gifted one, the father's forsaken son when my time may come, my last words will be fuck you all the harboring must not continue a cost too great with what there's to lose must be tamed for a chance to get through put it away, what feeds that part of myself truth be told, an urge may come again subdue the beast but traces may remain with watchful eye and tight grip on the reign i'll battle now to kill that part of myself now it's time to regain focus on the light and prey my strength will remain through what the fates deal for me now it's time to regain focus in my life and fix this shattered version of me before i destroy myself, it all comes crashing down consumed by darkness once more curse of the gifted one, the father's forsaken son when my time may come, my last words will be fuck you all this state of mind's not meant for misuse scars accumulate with constant abuse it must be tamed for the chance to get through put it away what feeds that part of yourself truth be told, urges may come again it subdues my beast, but traces still remain with watchful eye and tight grip on the reign i battle now to kill that part of myself now it's time to regain focus on the light and prey my strength will remain through what the fates deal for me now it's time to regain focus in my life and fix this shattered version of me before i destroy myself, it all comes crashing down consumed by darkness once more curse of the gifted one, the father's forsaken son when my time may come, my last words will be fuck you all there's no time for a last goodbye a quick kill so no eyes will cry so stand in line for a death well deserved signal the firing squad when target's locked in site, kill is all this what you asked for all your destructive labors disperse pain with no remorse for you're forsaken you've brought on your own demise the victims won't let you hide was once blind, no see your lies your mistakes made it's best to let dead dogs lie old wounds still heal with more time no longer time for compromise a victim's addiction may rise again