
The Curse on Us
by Remains of the Day· from Hanging on Rebellion
If only our intentions were as deceiving as yours,
We'd put a gun to our head instead of war
We put a curse on your, can you feel it burning inside?
Could you help us, could you help to antagonize?
Would you help?
Could you help?
Time waits for no one, that's why we destroy time
We've put our thoughts together, suffered one too many times
Our intentions aren't deceiving, nor is the backbone of your disease
To put it together, minus the actions of war
Defines the actions to please them in efforts adore