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| Cursed 12/5/03 |
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| Why am I so cursed? Each day it just gets worse I feel less like dreaming when I sleep Instead of smiling I start to weep Breathing is just no fun anymore Nothing left to smile for Nothing worth the effort to restore This is the day I feel my life slip away I'm always stumbling in tiredness And falling with exhaustion Blinded by the amount of death around me Sordid and squalid messes on the floor I feel like ripping myself in two To extract the blood so new This life isn't worth the breathing anymore Death has shown me the door |