Disturbed - The Curse Lyrics
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The Curse
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What Are The Lyrics For The Curse By Disturbed?
Marked for demolition, I'm
Just a time bomb ticking inside No hope for the hopeless, I can see the pieces all laid out in front of me No point even asking why Couldn't help even if you tried Step aside or you might just be the next contestant To feel the Brutality! Devastation, Obliteration Are all to the point of Exacerbation There's no explaining my situation now, Why does this shit keep happening to me? I've held on too long just to let it go now, Will my inner strength get me through it some how Defying the curse that has taken hold Never surrender, I'll never be overcome! Too dark for forgiveness, I Can't seem to do anything right When I try to rebuild I see my humble shelter Just fall to the ground again Object to the evil eye No point to let anyone try Take heed my friend lest you be torn asunder Like all that's become of me Decimation, Disintegration Now beyond the point of imagination, There's no explaining my situation now Why does this shit keep happening to me? I've held on too long just to let it go now, Will my inner strength get me through it some how Defying the curse that has taken hold Never surrender, I'll never be overcome! I've held on too long just to let it go now, Will my inner strength get me through it some how Defying the curse that has taken hold Never surrender, I'll never be overcome! I've held on too long just to let it go now, (Will my inner strength) Will my inner strength get me through it some how (Defying the curse) Defying the curse that has taken hold Never surrender, I'll never be overcome! |
Who Wrote The Curse By Disturbed?
Dan Donegan, David Draiman, Michael Wengren, Mike Wengren
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