Left with a threat the looms overhead
Alternatives to an early death
Make a choice on your own behalf
To rely on a blessing is so fucking sad
I ask for no blessing the thought makes me sick
I’ll take it all on. I’ll dig my own pit

Every blessing’s a curse
The one from you was the worst
Everything from your mouth
Start’s in hell and heads south

Every blessing’s a curse
Every blessing’s a curse
So I’ll make my way first
Every cure has a cost
If you survive from the loss

Don’t fear what’s above
And the fantasy thеy speak of
Don’t fear what’s above
And thе fantasy the dream of