The Curse Is A Lie

(álbum: Down IV - Part I - 2012)

What isn't finished that was never started
A vortex tubing that's remote retarding
Discharged before the accident that happened waylaid
Seen through a cracked orbital spasm interrupted surgery

Pulsating, deep-blue-reeling headlong
Some copper coins are really made of tin foil
Unable to get the neurology demanded
Growing unsteady, hardly ready, jerking more perverted
Your days are numbered
Start counting backwards

Sculpting statues of yourself
Plague-deep drifting drowning health
The curse is a lie

The interstates, the creeping toil
The multi-national whores have mothered all
Yes I know

It's out of bounds, against the law, it's everything that's right for us that's wrong
Yes I know
Yes I know, I know and that's for sure

The smallest people in your pockets never mingle
A wreck in signals now creating doubt that's (pointed) inward
Pretend to play defender while on the offensive
Still stabbing, cross-armed-crooked, pouring blood that smells expensive

Sculpting statues of yourself
Plague-deep drifting drowning health
The curse is a lie