Death Nesting - The Curse of Me

Every road I walk, I find another cry, Every hand I touch is a long goodbye. Trouble clings to me like mud to my shoes, I was born to carry other people’s blues. It’s the curse of me, the shadow I bring, A beacon for sorrow, a bell that won’t ring. I don’t ask for the burden, but it won’t let me be, I’m the grave you fall into, it’s the curse of me. I’ve held the dying, I’ve stood in the rain, I’ve swallowed the stories of heartbreak and pain. They bleed their sorrows straight into my hands, And I drag their coffins through this broken land. It’s the curse of me, the shadow I bring, A beacon for sorrow, a bell that won’t ring. I don’t ask for the burden, but it won’t let me be, I’m the grave you fall into, it’s the curse of me. Some men are healers, some men are thieves, Some men find comfort, but not me. I’m the keeper of sadness, the house of the damned, The mourner’s companion, with dirt on my hands. So if you come near me, you best understand, Your grief will find home here, it clings where I stand. I’m chained to this sorrow, I’ll never be free, I’m the death in the daylight, it’s the curse of me. It’s the curse of me, the shadow I bring, A beacon for sorrow, a bell that won’t ring. I don’t ask for the burden, but it won’t let me be, I’m the grave you fall into, it’s the curse of me. It’s the curse of me, the weight I bear, A graveyard shadow that’s always there. I don’t fight it, I don’t get free, I was born to this sorrow, it’s the curse of me.