The Curse That Is - Graves at Sea

We aren’t chosen, we are born

Get off your knees, take what is yours

An inheritance, cast away

Genesis of original sin

Darkness masks, innocence

The plague expands, transforms my mind

Visions of hope, vanquished to nothing

Living life, do nothing more

Breath the air shoved in my lungs

Force fed gift, feeding this life

A parasite, made to consume

Giving life, feed the disease

The licking of wounds, cleanses nothing

The rotting of flesh, decomposition

Eat of my body, drink of my blood

Take from my soul, blacken my heart

Raise all your glasses, we’re doomed from the start

Remnants forgotten, seed of misery

Consumed and defiled, unsung legacy

Exiting life

Existence tarnished our souls

One last sip to quench the thirst

A piece of silver under the tongue

Offering up the breaking of bread

Extinction is here, bring out the dead

Eat of my body, drink of my blood

Take from my soul, blacken my heart

Raise all your glasses, we’re doomed from the start