Cursed Purpose Songtext
von Aetheric

The holders of once hopeful hearts
Left shattered by the bitter reality
We are abandoned
We are abandoned

Every breath is a detriment
Every feeling of faith a lie
A cursed purpose

The crooked hands of death
Are the only salvation we have left


With no means to this fucking end
It all feels useless
The potential to create
Wasted on creatures possessed
Possessed with our own deaths

The urge to kill lurks beneath every smile
Shaking hands and bleeding wrists
A cavity in every chest
Our conscience will fail us again
It is a burden we bear with each passing day

As we approach the alter of the end
There are no fucking heroes

This life is a curse
And there are no fucking heroes