Deathbed Conservative from The Curse by Late Traveler
Tracklist
| 5. | Deathbed Conservative | 3:37 |
Lyrics
Clay as cold as bark from the frozen tree,
Let the frost of the night last,
cover me,
And may my struggle here to live,
To the many forces give,
So that with swiftness, certainty,
My life repeats.
Let the gangrene take my arms,
Let the poison touch my tongue,
Notify all of my enemies,
They have won,
Let grim cancer take my liver,
Or a beating stop my heart,
Let the setting sun let in eternal dark.
I have no worries you see hell is pure redundancy,
When you're life's not to compare,
hell is there.
There's no torture to the living,
Ruthless attack,
Or overbilling,
To match the misery made by the foolish me.
No regret was ever greater,
No mans thoughts better betrayer,
Oh I thought I had it right,
But I had it wrong.
I am not who I want to be,
I have become a grief machine,
Tricked by gears that I set to speed with,
Lessons never learned.
And I am in the trigger creep,
Waiting for final release,
The hammer snaps like the catching teeth,
of My own deceit.
I am not who I want to be,
I have become a grief machine,
Tricked by gears that I set to speed with,
Lessons never learned.
And I am in the trigger creep,
Waiting for final release,
The hammer snaps like the catching teeth,
of My own deceit.
I am not who I...
