Cursed Songtext
von Grief Circle

Lifting limbs with bones all rotten
Such sweet condition will I endure
Dry skull is rattling
Deeds, thoughts and visions so impure

Hopeless and dead inside
We′ve never seen this coming
Comfort in lie
We've never seen this coming
Comfort in lie
Pretending to live
And breathe

Comfort in lie
Comfort in sin


Black crosses
Drawn years back are fading in
Willingly falling
Continuous cycle pulsing within

Hopeless and dead inside
We′ve never seen this coming
Comfort in lie
We've never seen this coming
Comfort in sin
Pretending to live
And breathe

Forcing myself to pick
Spilled diamonds of sand
Trading as gold
Pieces of dirt
Forcing myself to pick
Spilled diamonds of sand
Trading as gold
Pieces of dirt