Lyrics

Cursed

Encoded in the whites of our eyes
A subtle hint of volatile intolerance
Projecting our neuroses
Onto all perceived threats
However benign or well-meant

War is our voice
When the foe is finally felled
How we rejoice

Cursed

And buried in the depths of our hearts
This primordial affliction evermore persists
Descending ever further into Us vs. Them
Reframing Their sorrows as “just spin”

Blood is our tale
The holy prize of our glory’s resale

Cursed
Cursed

And all for what amounts to our wills
This war of tribal honor wears on still
And even those who know
How this always ends
Can’t help but to just wallow in it
~All in~

Cursed
Cursed