The holders of once hopeful hearts
Left shattered by the bitter reality
We are abandoned
We are abandoned
Every breath is a detriment
Every feeling of faith a lie
A cursed purpose
The crooked hands of death
Are the only salvation we have left
With no means to this f*cking end
It all feels useless
The potential to create
Wasted on creatures possessed
Possessed with our own deaths
The urge to kill lurks beneath every smile
Shaking hands and bleeding wrists
A cavity in every chest
Our conscience will fail us again
It is a burden we bear with each passing day
As we approach the alter of the end
There are no f*cking heroes
This life is a curse
And there are no f*cking heroes
Aetheric - Cursed Purpose Lyrics
Aetheric - Cursed Purpose Lyrics
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The holders of once hopeful hearts
Left shattered by the bitter reality
We are abandoned
We are abandoned
Every breath is a detriment
Every feeling of faith a lie
A cursed purpose
The crooked hands of death
Are the only salvation we have left
With no means to this f*cking end
It all feels useless
The potential to create
Wasted on creatures possessed
Possessed with our own deaths
The urge to kill lurks beneath every smile
Shaking hands and bleeding wrists
A cavity in every chest
Our conscience will fail us again
It is a burden we bear with each passing day
As we approach the alter of the end
There are no f*cking heroes
This life is a curse
And there are no f*cking heroes
Left shattered by the bitter reality
We are abandoned
We are abandoned
Every breath is a detriment
Every feeling of faith a lie
A cursed purpose
The crooked hands of death
Are the only salvation we have left
With no means to this f*cking end
It all feels useless
The potential to create
Wasted on creatures possessed
Possessed with our own deaths
The urge to kill lurks beneath every smile
Shaking hands and bleeding wrists
A cavity in every chest
Our conscience will fail us again
It is a burden we bear with each passing day
As we approach the alter of the end
There are no f*cking heroes
This life is a curse
And there are no f*cking heroes
Writer: Eric Keyes
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid