Lyrics

Get a grip on your lack of restraint Any explanation should be met with razorblades Your womb is poisoned, the fruit is rotten There's never been a better time to cave your fucking skull in Cursed From Birth Cursed From Birth Cursed from birth by the ones that came before you There was nothing you could do Dealt the cards that they chose to play for you Fucked by the ones supposed to protect you Fucked by the ones supposed to protect you Tell me what the fuck is wrong with you Get a grip on your lack of restraint Any explanation should be met with razorblades Your womb is poisoned, the fruit is rotten I'm here to cave your fucking skull in Cursed From Birth Cursed From Birth Cursed From Birth Cursed From Birth Cursed From Birth
Writer(s): Blaythe Steuer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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