Curse

normal the kid

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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
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah

You cut down trees, 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
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah