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The Curse

As a frightened little kid I remember the dark rooms I remember all the yelling N innocent spirit it consumes Remember psychoanalyzing Getting inside my head The long days of screaming The intimidation it spread Knowing what I'm thinking Even though it wasn't true I was never allowed to be right And the soulless body it grew I remember the animals Who had more rights than we Should've been born them To escape this psychotic spree Maybe if were ur cars Might have had more value Maybe gotten attention A relationship would've grew Not allowed to touch things Cause everything was yours The food you worked for Your satisfaction ensures I know you worked so hard Way too hard to spend time Never went and did anything Childhood theft was the crime But things are much better now As you hide from the world We're finally on our own Just wounds left unfurled We live with all these scars Tryin not to pass the curse We try and change the tides But our autopilot perverse Mend the lives we touch From the Hell that lies within We do the best we can To reverse this deadly sin Hopefully our own damage We pass along is lite As we battle our inbred Nightmares that we fight So I say a little prayer Before I lay me down to sleep Forgive my inherited sins On those I'm entrusted to keep

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