
Beautiful Curse Songtext
Things I try to lock inside too ugly to bare
Find a seam inside my dream and begin to tear
Through my eyes they come alive and beckon for a stare
In your throat I hit a note for Beelzebub to hear
And the silence weeps for which of us will leave with something worse
Oh what a beautiful curse
Take me out and put me down I'm dying for a cure
In this room a tortured few feast upon a spur
And desperately try to breathe and dig until it hurts
And the silence weeps for which of us will leave with something worse
Oh what a beautiful curse
Brother can you shape these hands and teach em how to feel
Something more than how to scorn or burn you in a deal
Who needs games or tempting fate when you know how to steal
I see in you the same old fool I was when things were real
And the silence weeps for which of us will leave with something worse
Oh what a beautiful curse
No one sees the artist weep the bounty of his worth
Find a seam inside my dream and begin to tear
Through my eyes they come alive and beckon for a stare
In your throat I hit a note for Beelzebub to hear
And the silence weeps for which of us will leave with something worse
Oh what a beautiful curse
Take me out and put me down I'm dying for a cure
In this room a tortured few feast upon a spur
And desperately try to breathe and dig until it hurts
And the silence weeps for which of us will leave with something worse
Oh what a beautiful curse
Brother can you shape these hands and teach em how to feel
Something more than how to scorn or burn you in a deal
Who needs games or tempting fate when you know how to steal
I see in you the same old fool I was when things were real
And the silence weeps for which of us will leave with something worse
Oh what a beautiful curse