The Curse Of The Button Man Songtext
von Phoxjaw

They couldn′t seem to rid a plague
A fear of an eternal grave
Turns blood against affinity
Why can't you love us equally?

They couldn′t seem to rid a plague
A fear of an eternal grave
Turns blood against affinity
Why can't you love us equally?

Can't quite shake it
The gripping pious hands
A glowing promise land
With infinite white sand

Ancient scriptures
Turn blood against blood
Turn fathers on sons
It′s as cold as the night


They couldn′t seem to rid a plague
A fear of an eternal grave
Turns blood against affinity
Why can't you love us equally?

Can′t quite shake it
The words are scribbled in
They're scratched in my arms
When language comes verse

Ancient scriptures
Turn blood against blood
Turn fathers on sons
It′s as cold as the night

They couldn't seem to rid a plague
A fear of an eternal grave
Turns blood against affinity
Why can′t you love us equally?

They couldn't seem to rid a plague
A fear of an eternal grave

Let go, let go
Let go, let go
Let go, let go
Let go, let go


A playground for
A playground for
A playground for sad adults
A playground for
A playground for
A playground for sad adults
A playground for
A playground for
A playground for sad adults
A playground for
A playground for
A playground for sad adults