Cursed Spot

Oh well time has been cruel to you oh it’s true
But today, without warning you’ve been pardoned by the few
Who make the rules

And how you got there is anyone’s guess
I Imagine you got dark secrets in your chest

You’ve got blood on your hands
And no matter what you do they’ll never be clean

You got the will to power now you tower over me
You swept the board with a wave, checkmate, you took the king
But your nose ain’t clean

I can see the evil in your eye
Picking off the wings of a dragonfly

You’ve got blood on your hands
And no matter what you do they’ll never be clean

Now you’re lost within subconscious, spouting nonsense down the hall
Scared to death of the shadows that echo your lonesome call
You’re bound to fall

You ain’t caught a wink since the last new moon
Your paranoia’s put one over you

You’ve got blood on your hands
And no matter what you do they’ll never be clean