Cursed
Album • 2005
It's too late It's too late I talked I told them everything I confessed my long list of crimes to all the subway suicides Not absolved but laid bare And the secret double lives of all the rat race patriarchs go on and on - and let them die there I've looked through all the windows I've gone through all the drawers More empty now than ever before We're going down to hell together or not at all And the dead hollow shells of consumer investments That promised completion but just left more holes to fill - Let 'em kill I've got one for the fatalists that like to f*ck the mannequins So who's the deviant in this success story? It's too late It's too late It's too late I confessed - sold you out
Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 26, 2026
Dear victim I'm a long time listener but a first time caller Dear victim I just wanted to say how sorry I don't feel about your loss (and my place in it) A better world? What would you do in a better world? But here I go again Making one more enemy Oh here it comes again I said the wrong thing I did the wrong thing Tore through your safe space A slap in the victim's face An unauthorized opinion in this house of persecution And you know it does more harm than good but we feed it anyway Attack, defend, attack again One of them I'm one of them Attack, defend, attack again - one of them So you've got a system down How to keep them all running around Dishing out apologies so they never stop to say "I don't owe you anything - you don't know me and never did" But when all you want to see is a threat and a loaded weapon Then sister you know it's guilty of everything
Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 26, 2026
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This is the one Baptist I can feel it, in the air Late night infomercial that's gonna save your life Warden's call in the eleventh hour And it's easy to say, but it's hard to remember That praise is for suckers and death is forever And under your nose But just over your head Martyr meets Maker In ten shades of red These are your twelve steps Take them on your knees Show them out the door And they'll let you free, oh These are your twelve shots Take them on your knees Show them the blood and And you'll get in for free Under your nose But over your head Martyr meets Maker In ten shades of red And I, I've got my one track mind And you know, it's gonna get me tried I've got my one track mind And one of these days, it's gonna get me baptized I've got a one track mind, and you know Line twenty-six admits Admits to martyr envy And it's true, I wanted it to be my head That's staring up at you Seeing what the eyes still see Ten seconds More Hot from the floor And ready to serve This is your head on a canvas Looking my way And the kitchen's going to need the plate back Take them down to the river and Drown them now, while you have the chance While their young necks fit in your hands But save the souls 'cause you never know Never know where they're gonna land Grow like weeds when you let them, yeah You lost your head, to a pretty face Baptist, Baptist, Baptist
Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 26, 2026
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They've got words I never heard All seeing eyes staring me down through the centuries And with thirty three degrees of separation In between the indoctrinated and the paranoid Someone turn the lights on Got an old and sinking feeling that the wolves are at my doorstep In the concrete In the context Blindness of the ages passed on to the children Built the courthouse Built the schools and built the circles they live and die in And the wolves can wait it out while they live and die in doubt The lies that fall from the books we trusted The skull and bones that rise again The devils in the details, in the walls Someone turn the lights on Got an old and sinking feeling That the wolves are at my doorstep And always have been Someone turn the lights on Turn the lights on Turn the lights on Someone turn the lights on Turn the lights on Turn the lights on
Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 26, 2026
"Who killed the time? What's left that's mine"? Face down in a nation of thieves What do you do when you're not on your knees Drawing out nine to five disease? (You kill the time, get back in line) Last of the great team players Just payments away from freedom Swinging from his neck in a two car garage (oh no, years to go) Signed out like a company car He leaves behind a trail of scars And a morbid fear of closed-in spaces Collared shirts and dying alone
Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 26, 2026
When the lights went out you were shoved to the ground Power station exploded They're all watching it go down This is a heatwave This is a heatwave This is a heatwave Someone's gonna get burned And all your trust boils down to this: The neighbor's hands that hold your wrists tight Tight Tight around your property rights Hands on you Eyes on you Teeth in you in the dark The clock has stopped No alarm went off Remember when you slept with doors unlocked? Well that was then and this is now And this is now And this is a heatwave Someone's gonna get burned Someone always gets burned
Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 26, 2026
Welcome home in a bodybag from the front lines of defeat Discharged "to a normal life" in a room That's two feet wide and six feet deep And the flag on your coffin, it might as well be the nails When all else fails, you are the wind That sets their sails to a war Played out before you were born Business as usual It's business as usual Your business as usual is killing us all So bring out your dead, chalk up the score and we'll go through the motions once more Buried on a Sunday in a military grave with a six gun salute from the master to the slave For the life that you gave, the promises that they broke, and the bribes that you paid Back in the land of the dead you're buried where you fall No glorious deeds etched into a wall The monument is the blood in the sand, blood in the oil Blood on your hands When hell comes home, there's hell to pay This is the price of oil
Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 26, 2026
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