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Harbor The Curse by Wormbox Lyrics

Genre: pop | Year: 2007

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