A Curse - Those Poor Bastards

Time to put on your hypocrite shoe

You liar, you liar

I’ve been disemboweled by the blues

You liar, you liar

You’re not the thing you said you were

You’re just another curse, a curse, a curse

I seen you there out in the pines

You liar, you liar

That grave you dig will not be mine

You liar, you liar

You’re not the thing you said you were

You’re just another curse, a curse, a curse

I curse the sight

I curse the sight

I curse the sight of you

And yet I need you to survive

Though what I live is hardly life

You etched your face into that tree

You liar, you liar

I feel it out there watching me

You liar, you liar

You’re not the thing you said you were

You’re just another curse, a curse, a curse

Speak to me and clear your name

You liar, you liar

Or I’ll set your tongue aglow with flame

You liar, you liar

You’re not the thing you said you were

You’re just another curse, a curse, a curse

I curse the sight

I curse the sight

I curse the sight of you

And yet I need you to survive

Though what I live is hardly life