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