Cursed is a 2005 horror-comedy film directed by Wes Craven and written by screenwriter Kevin Williamson, who both collaborated on Scream. The film stars Golden Globe-nominees Christina Ricci and Jesse Eisenberg as the main sister-and-brother protagonists. The plot focuses on two young adults who are attacked by a werewolf loose in Los Angeles. The movie premiered on November 7, 2004, at the American Film Market and was released theatrically in 2005. It was filmed in Los Angeles, California, United States, with special effects shot in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. Despite being a critical and commercial failure, it gained a cult following among Wes Craven fans and later found more success on the unrated DVD.
The film begins when two friends, Jenny Tate (Mýa) and Becky Morton (Shannon Elizabeth), are at a pier and decide to get their fortune told by Zela (Portia de Rossi). She foretells that they will suffer a horrible fate, but they don't believe her and walk away laughing. A little while later, Becky realizes Jenny has disappeared and can't find her on the pier; Becky was driving. One night, while in a car together, Jimmy (Jesse Eisenberg) and his sister Ellie (Christina Ricci) hit an animal and another car. They attempt to rescue the other driver, Becky Morton, but she is suddenly dragged and eaten by an unknown creature. Jimmy and Ellie are both slashed by the creature's claws. Jimmy starts to believe that the creature was a werewolf, but no one will believe him. He and his sister start to exhibit wolfish tendencies (such as both of them eating raw bacon, Ellie catching a fly in her bare hand, and being attracted to the smell of blood) but Ellie denies it, apparently proving her point by touching a silver picture frame and not getting burned. Jimmy becomes much stronger, as exampled when a bully named Bo (Milo Ventimiglia) forces him to join the wrestling team. He easily defeats three wrestlers, including Bo.
Yellow turns orange as orange turns to red. There's someone in the TV and they're fucking with my head. Strings to pull, world to win, where's it going to crack? It's chaos by numbers with no turning back. Controlled crisis, imagined and real. Hegel's bastards taking the wheel. Staged chaos, imagined and real. Yellow turns orange as orange turns to red. Up in the control room fucking with your head. Strings to pull, world to win, where's it going to crack? It's chaos by numbers with no turning back. Live on location, dead on arrival. Head-on collision, no chance of survival. Hegel's bastards, Orwell's child. Unchecked headfuck running wild. Give me false hopes and false conclusions, falsely immune from the human condition. Give me leaders with strength and conviction and feed me six o'clock executions every day till the end of time. Controlled crisis, imagined and real. Hegel's bastards taking the wheel. Staged chaos, imagined and real.Give me the vaguest possible enemy and I'll fight him to the death.
Welcome home in a bodybag from the front lines of defeat. Discharged "to a normal life" in a room that's two feet wide and six feet deep.
And the flag on your coffin, it might as well be the nails. When all else fails, you are the wind that sets their sails to a war played out before you were born. Business as usual. It's business as usual. Your business as usual is killing us all. So bring out your dead. Chalk up the score and we'll go through the motions once more.
Buried on a Sunday in a military grave with a six gun salute from the master to the slave. For the life that you gave. The promises that they broke. And the bribes that you paid.
Back in the land of the dead you're buried where you fall. No glorious deeds etched into a wall. The monument is the blood in the sand. Blood in the oil. Blood on your hands.
We ache to be transparent
We run from the "open" arms;
The facade of something greater than ourselves
And we're left to coexist with infestation
Our history is cursed
Through the past, present, and future
If they're created in his image
Then his image is disgusting...
And even he can't wipe you clean
How can someone see so far ahead
While they're spending every day on their knees?
Is the view from above really worth the judgement passed?
The fear, the lies, and the manipulation?
A doctrine bathed in ignorance
And written in the blood of the enslaved
And I have never lost my faith
I just never had any to begin with
I would sooner die for my sins
Than pray for my forgiveness
Sew my palms together
And crucify the thoughts in my mind
Awaiting Armageddon
Neglecting to exercise the demons in your head
You're "born again,"
But you're better off dead
Conversion or a casualty
Renounce and save yourself
Is the view from Heaven really worth all of the judgement passed?
The pestilence that you've inflicted
And the souls of all the loved ones we've lost?
We are the sheep that rose against the shepherd
We are the ones you led astray
Embrace the light in your heart
Not the one in the sky
Saints and sinners rejoice
This is the life I've always wanted
It won't be long before I'm long forgotten
When I get home, will you still be on the clock?
One of us is always leaving
We're never together unless I'm dreaming
When I get home, will you take the weekend off?
We're cursed with awful timing
So if I don't pick up the phone
You can always find me
At home in bed alone
Disappointed without you hear for me to hold
My life's the space between these sheets
Vacant and cold
We're cursed with awful timing
So if I don't pick up the phone
You can always find me
At home in bed alone
We're cursed to always be apart
Cursed to always sleep alone
I'll let you sleep with all the covers
1974, you got what you came for.
a suicide and a bottle of gin and you're in. and you're in. got you in. and you're in.
1974, and they've been telling me it's so much more, but this just looks like skin on skin from here.
so what is it i'm supposed to find so sacred in this?
'cause i'm not seeing anything too sacred in this. no nothing sacred here.
"father?" what are you? and what am i?
son of the glint in your eye. bastard son of all your impure thoughts.
she never forgot the value of trust. when all our restraint turns to dust.
but there's this old familiar glint in my eyes. old faithful tells me otherwise.
They've got words I never heard. All seeing eyes staring me down through the centuries. And all with thirty-three degrees of separation in between the indoctrinated and the paraoid.
Someone turn the lights on. Got an old and sinking feeling that the wolves are at my doorstep. In the concrete. In the context.
Blindness of the ages passed on to the children. Built the courthouse, built the schools and built the circles they live and die in. And the wolves can wait it out while they live and die in doubt. The lies that fall from the books we trusted. The skull and bones that rise again. The Devil's in the details, in the walls.
Someone turn the lights on. Got an old and sinking feeling that the wolves are at my doorstep. And always have been.
got cut, along the line. got cut, and opened wide. and opened wide. and opened wide.
got cut, right where the people come out. took a scalpel to my doubts.
i found the glitch and pulled it out.
diffused the timebomb.
they cut the right wire when they cut the white wire.
with no apologies to hypothetical tragedies.
got cut, one less heart to break. one less mind to rape.
one less victim, one less grave.
you'll never have my eyes. you'll never blame my hands.
Here's to the end of another day. Another dream you can't relate. Another stiff that owns your time, with six more ways to split your mind into the dissociated states that pass for survival. Night Terrors, Sum of all the parts. Cold Sweat, Alone in the Dark. Night Terrors. Enemy of Sleep. Cold Sweat. Freedom to Weep. The death toll pornography they feed you all day comes back at night and it comes back in spades. Dead twin in the room staring back at you, with a message from all your tomorrows: "You Never Get Out". Are you hopeless enough? Got problems, now you got problems. And we worked hard to lay them in your path. To keep you just hopeless enough. This sleepwalk on broken legs, modern man's Dance of Death. Here comes the sun, the Trauma King says "Smile and keep moving, you won't feel a thing". Night Terrors, Sum of all the parts. Cold Sweat, Alone in the Dark. Night Terrors. Enemy of Sleep. Cold Sweat.
C.O.N.T.R.O.L., feed you young on the fear of hell. And when you reach down to pull the plug, turn you white with the fear of god. One day I looked down and saw the man feeding rosaries down our throats was holding hands with the businessman who was wringing the blood from all these stones. They said "Do you believe in life after death"? I said I believed in life after birth, and the holy church swallowed hard for the body of Christ. So when they say It's A Sin, they mean it's high treason to kill the mule before his back gives out. This is company time. And we never close, we never close. We'll sink you with crosses and bury you in rows. When they say Every Day is a Gift they mean Blessed Are the Working Poor, whose high hopes pay for all these golden crosses. Never catching up but never stopping, taxed to death and still repenting when they say that you'll burn up in hell if you die with this mark on your soul. But there can't be any worse things below than Pascal's sainted bureaucrats got in mind for the hopeful masses. The scheme is hatched and the priest dispatched. And when they say Amen they mean I Hope You Live Forever Hand To Mouth. I've got plans - both my hands on the plug of your god's wasted love. Both hands on the plug of your god's wasted love. Kill the bosses, kill the priests, kill the shepherds - save the sheep.
When the lights went out you were shoved to the ground. Power station exploded. They're all watching it go down.
This is a heatwave. This is a heatwave. This is a heatwave. Someone's gonna get burned.
And all your trust boils down to this: the neighbour's hands that hold your wrists tight. Tight. Tight around your property rights.
Hands on you. Eyes on you. Teeth in you in the dark
What I got, you need in.
This is the future, son.
Stake your claim, it's almost gone.
It's gonna be beautiful, gonna reach the sky and more.
There's gold in them there walls.
We're tearing down all the neighborhoods,
making room for designer skylines,
so the lives in the underpass can be left in the dust by a whole new crowd.
Units still available, primed for success.
Your life in 500 square feet or less.
And it's self-contained. And it's all the same.
And only steps away from a city that you'll never see,
And every ugly abomination that the billboard never mentioned
but whose problem, whose life, whose city is that?
Show me a man with that much faith in concrete
and I'll show you every self-starter that ever put torch to building.
Every towering inferno lying in wait.
Show me your city plans,
I'll show you angry hands
Selling the urban dream one locked door at a time.
And this is what Air Conditioned Nightmares are made of,
The architecture of isolation.
What I got, you need in.
This is the future, son.
Stake your claim, it's almost gone.
It's gonna be beautiful, gonna reach the sky and more.
There's gold in them there walls.
Compartmentalized.
Headlong into the hive.
When the darkness falls you see a new world
the winter's embrace lost...in the forest
Silence...deep secret
hidden in the dark
the witches and their spells
the trees seem alive
tears of your mother
cry 'cause you are dead
entombed in a dismal coffin
"From the grave I rise to search for the virtue, that I miss, of love
my lost groom to embrace and suck the blood of his heart..."
"Gange la mort avec tous tes apptits at ton goisme et tous les pehs capitaux"
When the darkness fall you come back to life
From the soul of body
where the psychosis rest
floating to the abyss
distorted way of death
deny the war neurosis
melancholic dream
an entry that is locked
but you can't hear the scream
Horrifying coma
progressive butchery
morbid habitation
life insanity
the frozen illusion of emptiness
truth beyond your life
existence deviates
the proclaimed way to die
Shadows from beyond reality
a life is left to be
free yourself out of there
the end is coming - near!
Twisted mind-vibration
dreams come back to life
amindless fool who listens
will find a new surprise
revenge of your frustration
conformity you see
details are ignored
from growing anxiety
Shadows from beyond reality
a life is left to be
free yourself out of there
the end is coming - near!
A lifeless salvation
the only way to choose the
Exit to temptation
From the soul of body
where the psychosis rest
floating to the abyss
distorted way of death
deny the war neurosis
melancholic dream
an entry that is locked
but you can't hear the scream
Horrifying coma
progressive butchery
morbid habitation
life insanity
the frozen illusion of emptiness
truth beyond your life
existence deviates
the proclaimed way to die
Shadows from beyond reality
a life is left to be
free yourself out of there
the end is coming - near!
A lifeless salvation
the only way to choose the
Exit to temptation
the tabloid read that the world was doomed
i lay bare in the emptiness of my room
and i never lied and i never cried
there was never a moment i didn’t wanna die
but the sadder it gets when i fall apart
i was naive to think that the world was good
and so the world changes for the worse
it seems we’re all controlled by this fuckin curse
everybody’s headed the wrong way
misled by the lies and blood red skies
i'm running away to a better place
where i am free and not run by the white race consumed by the rich
we’re all sold for pennies
laboring for gods who run this country
controlled by the hands that murder millions
its the fuckin same every fuckin day
but the things you love and the people you trust
will soon fade away with a knife full of rust
cuz i’m planted in fear with a dead lookin stare,
the rope strangles my throat as i struggle for air
adolescent points of view have no societal means
and corruption and greed slave both you and me
my hearts beating loud through this dark grey cloud
it seems we’re all controlled by this fuckin curse!!!
everybody’s headed the wrong way
misled by the lies and blood red skies
i'm running away to a better place
where i am free and not run by the white race consumed by the rich
we’re all sold for pennies
laboring for gods who run this country
controlled by the hands that murder millions
From the Golden seat of Ramses to the ending of the sacred Nile
The pharaohs of this ancient land the deserts cross countless miles
Inside the labyrinth where buried is the king his waiting maids countless gifts lie within
Mumified entombed the ancient scroll left to rot brain heart and soul
As they walk through the passages of endless night using sparsely the candles as their only light
Living only on the storages of food they brought no escape live to die becomes their only thought
Cursed buried deep inside the pyramid king Tutankhamun
Cursed where this grave is their only thing Kking Tutankhamun
As the years begin to close and food to nourish sparse insanity starts to reign to flourish in the dark
As they walk through the passages of endless time using sparsely the candles as their only light
Living only on the storages of food they brought no escape live to die becomes their only thought
Cursed buried deep inside the pyramid king Tutankhamun
Cursed where this grave is their only thing king Tutankhamun
And as they walk through the passages of endless night
Drawing nearer to the last nothing left inside the tomb
Except the braindead plight lost in histories of the past
Cursed buried deep inside the pyramid king Tuankhamun
Cursed where his grave is the only thing king Tutankhamun
Cursed buried deep inside the pyramid king buried deep inside the pyramid
punch the clock and assume the position and never ask for any more. live and die going through there motions and never knowing what the fuck for. turn the dollar. dig the hole deeper. regret as you get another year older. a foot in the grave, a cogin a wheel. bred to be slaves to there ideals. here among the lifeless. the worthless. the hopeless. keep me to tired to think. keep me to fucked to care. but tomorrows another day, thats what the hopeless say.
Prosthetic heroes, didn't die before they got old. Happy days are here again if you missed it the first time around. Golden Ages on our doorstep, Golden Ages at our door again. These days you can live forever. Prosthetic hearts, infinite lives. Reset. Reset, continue. Reach back, raise your dead, never say goodbye. 459 in progress at the Fool's Hall of Fame. Some artifacts have gone missing, reanimated all the same. Lived long enough to see the day that we could melt their years away. These days you can live forever. Prosthetic hearts, infinite lives. Reset. Reset, continue. Reach back, raise your dead, never say goodbye. All my antiheroes are dead, gone to far-off beds. And I got orders - Do Not Resuscitate. Leave them in the ground, we've got our own frustrations. These days you can live forever.
coming on in full salute with conquest in their eyes.
with burning torches cast against the empty skies.
they cut our losses with sharpest knives, where villains thrive and heroes die.
line 'em up and point the blame, us and them one and the same.
line 'em up and point the blame, and you'll be gone when the lights come on.
face down in the mud, your hands filthy with blood, your world still the same, taste the pain of nothing changed.
here among the dead and dying, the troops are either mute or trying,
and it's all that stands between a medal and a crime.
final frontier falls to decay. last of hope rotting away.
disillusioned. the perfect citizen.
still trying to add it up as the black rain falls, and we all fall with it.
god and country sold you out and fed you scapegoats for your doubts.
two thousand years and you've got me convinced it was me that nailed you to that cross. and your friends down here below. they'd like to make me think that it was me who threw the first stone. the fuckup who can never atone. no i wont carry your cross. its not mine to bear. the wholes in your hands are your own. the ones in my head are mine to repair. assualt me with your guilt parade. drag me down with your guilt parade. drag your misery through the streets. make it mine. and tell me when my guilt is enough. sufficient enough to cover the cost (the rising cost) of my salvation in your eyes. your salvation. my damnation. spit blood in the face of your tradition. whos the martyr and whos the roman here in your sick fantasy? who goes first in your guilt parade? whos on first in your guilt parade? be the hero, be the martyr - i'll throw the first stone all over again. bury you. bury you. history will bury you alive. (absolve me)
[Chorus x2:]
I'm cursed with loving you baby
It hurts cause you'll never know it
I was put here to hopelessly love you
And you ain't thinkin of me that's the tortue I go through
It's been a long long time now
ANd I've been trying to get you out
of my head, of my heart, of my whole damn soul
This love is still lingering it's getting old
But it ain't dying it's not even trying
And I can't fight it
I just bury it at the bottom hoping you might find
You are my love where my first
And now this love is just a curse
Oh, Yeah
[Chorus]
I don't know why I even called
Thinking our time has come again
Cause the first time wasn't right
No we were too young
I was too serious, you wanted to have fun
And now I look at us and see
How good it could be
If we could only get past the past
And see
That the love we had was there if we try it could last
[Chorus x2]
I'll be always loving you
I'll be always loving you
No matter what or where I'll
Always care
This is the one baptist. I can feel it in the air. The late night infomercial that's going to save your life.. The warden's call in the eleventh hour. And it's easy to say but it's hard to remember that praose is for suckers and death is forever. Under your nose but just over your head. Martyr meets maker in ten shades of red.
These are your twelve steps. Take them on your knees. Show them at the door and they'll let you in free. These are your twelve steps. Take them on your knees. Show them the blood and you get in for free. Under your nose but just over your head. Martyr meets maker in ten shades of red.
And I've got a one track mind. And you know it's gonna get me tried. I've got a one track mind (and you know...)
Line twenty-six admits to martyr envy. And it's true - I wanted it to be my head staring up at you. Seeing what the eyes still see for ten seconds more. Hot from the floor. And ready to serve. This is your head on a canvas looking my way. And the kitchen's gonna need the plate back.
five times in the mirror and there you are. staring dead ahead with the virgins eyes. its tearing me apart. i cant control my actions. and i cant control my thoughts. and when i see the things you've done. it makes me fucking hot. all in crimson. bathed in blood. your secrets burning a hole through my heart. liberties with the flesh. a statue never bled like this. crimes. crimes against the skin. and im both feet in. i know its wrong. i know its wrong now bring it on.
"Who killed the time? What's left that's mine?" Face down in a nation of thieves. What do you do when you're not on your knees drawing out nine to five disease?
(You kill the time. Get back in line) Last of the great team players, just payments away from freedom. Swinging from his neck in a two car garage.
Good night, hard right. Sleep tight Father. It's lights out for you, lights out at the altar. And all the lights in TV Land. Where'd you get those pearly gates? How'd you get them here? Face that launched a thousand cheques. Convincing zealot, who's up next? You better pray. They want what you want, they want it all. They want insurance for their godforsaken souls. They want an alibi, protection from all-seeing eyes. Expensive superstition but it keeps them warm at night. You're preaching to the retarded, what are they gonna do? Who are these half-dead faithful gonna send their paycheques to? Oh God, send me a sign - 'cause there's dead air at the pulpit. Struck down. Struck down on it. Taken, children, taken. So off you go to God. A real live human being need this bed. Real live human beings gonna need these respirators when all the TV holy men are dead. Congregation, eyes skyward to Heaven while holy old white hands reach deep into their pockets for a taste of the Old Time Gospel Hour.
Hit Record 'cause it's all fucking pearls. A bridge-burner to end them all. Don't want to bite the hand that feeds - I want to fucking break it off. When they say "You'll never work in this town again", is that a promise or a threat? Businessmen dressed up like friends, they want to talk about business or friendship. The more confused the better the guilt trip. After all I did for you, don't you owe me this? Sign the paper, sign the paper, This Document Is Legally Blinding. We the undersigned do solemnly swear by The Plan. To break down on every highway from here to Creation. To play the game and sit still for pictures. How's your draw? Does it look good on paper? You'd better be someone? Oh aren't you anyone? Gonna be somebody. We got friends in the music business. They're gonna take care of all the details. So is it business or pleasure? The more confused the better. Don't call me and I won't call you.
I rose from chaos, I rose from carnage
On rage and fury, I stand tall
I'm on the right track, I'm on the attack
In my world of hate, I'll take you down
They say I'm evil
They say I'm cursed
I am the reaper
This is my revenge
Evil they call me but I am true
My instincts are pure and I'll follow
Them through
This night you'll suffer
This night you'll beg
This night you will come crawling
Back, praying for it all to end
I'll make you cry
I'll make you scream
I'll make you pay the price forever
Burn in hell
They say I'm evil
They say I'm cursed
I am the reaper
This is my revenge
Evil they call me
But I am true, my instinct are pure
Evil they call me
Stumbles in darkness, chambers below
No longer resting, the fire-eyes glow
Fleeing from the shadow, a chaos rebirth
Continual illusions, now having earth
Forgotten denied
A life by your side
A life all alone by your side
Creation of man
A soul wrapped in flames, above the remains
A curse for the cursed
A lion insane, above the remains
Man, human, filth, noble, strong, weak, alone
Now they gather in the four twilight zones
Coming from the north, the east, south and west
Now they're praying to god, please save me - not the rest
The reaper a lie
In the shadows I've been hiding
At times a step away
Surrounded in clouds in hope to bring a better day
My life begins to fade
But still you are so far away
Dig your polished nails into the dirt
Rip your skirt off, wipe the hurt off
You know it tears my heart out when you
Flirt with danger and any stranger
You're not as stupid as I look
Before I could read, you wrote the book
Cursed, since your birth dear
And your worst fears have all come true
Held my hand when I got my first tattoo
I was naked when it penetrated
Told everyone I'd slept with you
Thought you'd like it, knew you wouldn't deny it
St Peter's gonna be unfaithful
Tell God he's got a dirty angel
Cursed, since your birth dear
And your worst fears have all come true
Babe you're not the first here on earth dear
'Cause I'm still here and I'm cursed too, cursed like you
Hush, baby sleep now
We all love you we always did
Cursed, since your birth dear
And your worst fears have all come true
Babe you're not the first here on earth dear
'Cause I'm still here
And I'm cursed too, cursed like you
Hush, baby sleep now
I was born in seventy-one
In seventy-two I started to walk
Seventy-three
Seventy-four
Seventy-five
I learned to talk
Seventy-six I tried sexing
That was around the age of five
Seventy-seven
Seventy-eight
And seventy-nine
I started to ride
With my
Uncle Ike
In eighty and eighty-one
I was about ten
But the first time a little chick
Made me cum
Was eighty-two
Or eighty-three
My life really came alive
In eighty-four
I was thirteen
Nineteen eighty-five's
The number
I met this bitch
Who told me if I got tight with her
Together we would grow rich
Type of chick
That'll make a brother
Feel good inside
In my mind when I'm sleep
Woke
When I walk
When I ride
Getting to me in the classroom
Used to follow me into the bathroom
And I loved it
She was wild
And everyday
People bore me
Captivate
Activate my hormones
When you speak to me
Softly
Offer me
A piece of you
Cause
Me so horny
She let me foreplay
And that's it
She said
If I would rap
And make some dollars for us
Maybe I can get a hit
I was writing
Then I found myself fighting
For the juices
When I found out
That our little agreement's
Non-exclusive
Ah damn
She let celebrity status hit
So I'm thinking of tactics
How to leave ran down
Prophylatics
On the mattress
So I practice
Hoping to stuff my fat dick
In this rap bitch
Knowing when I stuff my cactus
In that catfish
Imma flat shit
She's turning me into a killer
Devour fools
I'm powerful
Like Mecha-Godzilla
She said
If I keep rapping
She'll keep clapping
But ain't nobody strapping
Till she see paper
And then we'll see what's happening
And I hear her say
You heard of Tech
He's like the best
He built his nest
In the Midwest
The boy can flow
And he be busting like
Boom boom
It's like I'm stuck
I feel I'm cursed
About to load the N9na
Tech cause in a sec
I'm finna be busting like
Boom boom
Ninety-three
She invited me
To a party in L.A.
So popular
She introduced me to
2Pac the next day
She took me to this party
In Beverly Hills
Where me and Chris Tucker
Couldn't get in
Because of our ball caps
And they was all about dollar bills
She was a G
And got us all in for free
Ran into Pac again
She talked about him so tough
I knew she was cocking him
But I never did hate
Because I knew
Heated sex
Was our fate
As I got clever
And a lot better
She started letting me and my boys
Hit together
Me and Pac hit the slot
Now it's out in the open
Didn't take long
To make her get it on
Came on strong
And Thugs Get Lonely too
Was our slogan
She wanted me
And Chino XL
But he backed off
And said that's hell
He don't dip into every female
Waiting to exhale
With a
Wet tail
Wish I could be with baby
Daily
But I recall
The Veteran Click saying
Tech
Don't turn a tramp into your
Lady
I don't know why
I want this bitch
She always dis and
Won't let me
Showcase my shit
This bitch is driving N9na
Crazy
You heard of Tech
He's like the best
He built his nest
In the midwest
And he be busting like
Boom boom
It's like I'm stuck
I feel I'm cursed
About to load the N9na
Tech cause in a sec
I'm finna be busting
Boom boom
Fuck this
I'm ready for
One on one ruckus
Still she like
Don't touch this
When I'm alone with her
It's on
When the bone hit her
Get her
Hoeing off in L.A.
With my folks
Me and Yuk, Phats, Gonz
L Q Max Key
Hella knocking your back out
Bitch
Long strokes
You a nympho
Who the pimps though
Me and Roger Troutman
Had you at Juan Momma house
Shouting
Through the talk box
You exhaust cocks
And you ought not
Ever get caught hot
Why she always gotta have the vault lock
Kinda mad when I really
Thought back
Me and Rza hit that ass
On the video set
Why did we hit
Bitch told us
How she fucked
Eminem
Kool G
Monch
Exhibit and
Type a niggas
When Felony fucked
He said
What what what what
I was next in line
Right after he busted his
Nut nut nut nut
I heard
My homey Rodney say
She want me and Lynch to hit
Sac and MO dick
And she said she wanted it so bad
Cause we so sick
I saw you at 92.3
The Beat
With Jay-Z and Damon
I know at times
I'm hella complex
But now Imma put it in lamens
I wanna fuck you
Not with Jimmy Jam
Not with Terry Lewis
Not with Quincy Jones
Not with QD3
Just me and you
And Imma show you all the things
That I can do
Go platinum plus
Get trapped in your lust
So I'm hoping me and you can
Bang bang
I know you're a groupie hoe
But I still
Want your coochie though
Before I go
I want you to tell these people
Your name
Such a force, cannot sleep long, for it will become.
subverted rage of nuclear fission, carries the sleeping ghost of wrath.
Spawning the sunlit rotting corpse boiling thirst and arid death
It came to me through a thousand dreams fragmented from the void
The amalgamation of a billion phobias, burning, yet unnameable.
We met inside the veins of quartz, running through ancient stone
Frozen and thawed throughout millenia, give manifest a Tetrahedron
It rose up from that dormant seed asleep within my heart
Lighting a lamp of shadows clothing my mind with a cloak of dark
An ancient voice of rust and dust spoke a mighty curse
My body becomes a nova, tuning the black to white heat
I am the sun, your solar dream, the source of light in the void of night,
A bringer of life or a nuclear death, a storm of fire, sun god!
Creation has rejected me in favour of a lie
I shall send a tongue of fire to cleanse the earth of life
My temples lay fallen in favour of synagogue, church and mosque
The sun god is vengeful god and shall not be forgot
Remember the cult, the cult of the sun god!
Our time is passing by too fast
Don't fight the destiny
The world stands still for tonight
Don't let me go
Forget the sorrow and the fear
In dreams I'll stay with you
Tomorow's still so far away
Guide me throught my painful life
I close my eyes, don't want to see
I never knew this could happen to me
I stay alive but tell my why
You saved my soul
I'm always yours
I kiss the tears from your skin
There's no escape for us
I hold you till the morning comes
I'm falling apart in this dark cold night
Don´t let you go
I curse the day
I curse the night
Our love will be lost forever
There is no way out of this misery
Must let you go
I curse the day
I curse the night
Our love will be lost forever
I will never be by your side
I close my eyes, don't want to see
I never knew this could happen to me
I stay alive but tell my why
You saved my soul
I'm always yours
I'm always yours
I'm always yours
Our time is passing by too fast
Don´t fight the destiny
The world stands still for tonight
whispered your name in a busy room and everyone stopped talking.
brought you up in a confessional and all the grown men within earshot
lost their faith and walked away, walked away and walked away.
lost their faith and walked away.
so what is it you're not telling me?
oh yeah, this time around, i'm not asking.
and oh, how small this town gets when you start asking for too many names.
so where you've come from and where you're going,
i don't care and i'm not asking.
i'd hit the lights, touch your lips.
hand over mouth. whites of the eyes. these scars will heal just in time for summer. for killing season. when your old man gets home to criminal disarray you tell him icarus was here today. whatever gets you through the night. i never said that this was right. for everything you never said, for everything you never did. no roses on an unmade bed. i never said that any of this was safe and clean. when your old man gets home tell him sisyphus was right. the myth is real. you get to the top. the rock falls down the other side. again and again. and its all for naught. these scars will heal but we never will...so what separates us from animals again? whites of the eyes. its in the whites of the eyes. hand over mouth. whites of the eyes. these scars will heal and your just in time. just in time. just in time for killing season.
The hands of my mistakes
Claw at my eyes and mouth
They won't let me go
And they never will
The more I struggle
The deeper I sink
Into this sea of writhing blackness
I am filled with spite
For me and only me
I wish death upon
Only the man in the mirror
I wish I could take back
Every year I've lived
Every choice I've made
The more I struggle
The deeper I sink
Into this sea of writhing blackness
Their putrid limbs
Slither around me
I am entangled in their wretched grip
I curse my life (I curse my life)
With every breath that I breathe (Breath that I breathe)
I curse my life (I curse my life)
With every word that I speak (Word that I speak)
I am cursed, I am damned
Damned
Damned
I am cursed, I am damned
I have made my home here
Among the dead
I have made my home here
Among the dead (Dead)
I have made my home here
Among the-
We've been waiting for you
Where have you been
I have made my home here
Could today have got any worse
I've got dog crap in my hair
And I think I've been cursed
Dog Crap in my hair
I tryed to wash it out
But my showers bust
I wacked my nose on a chair
And I think I've been cursed
Cursed
Chorus:
Cursed from the devil
Cursed from the pyramids
Cursed from a witch
Life is such a bitch
Repeat Chorus
Such a bitch
(Guitar solo)
Repeat Chorus
My cat pissed in my trainers
I went out for a run
I thought I was getting sweaty
When I knew it wasn't fun
Was not funny
I locked myself out
And saw my oven on
I smashed a window to get in
My chickens overdone
Repeat Chorus
Lost my ticket to a gig
Now I'm done £50
Slipped up in public
People took the mick
Repeat Chorus x2
Dog crap in my hair
Showers bust, need to repair
Wacked my nose on a chair
Pissed in trainers life's unfair
Repeat Chorus x2
He's passed out for the night.
Lived in one house all his life.
You can count the decades in his eyes.
Fifty year old fistfights and the scars they leave.
All the aweful liars, all the perfect thieves.
But he trusts in the rule of law and hates the current scapegoats.
Never asked for more.
And what will he have to show for the years of faithful service
hard work, faithful service
and standardized routines.
And when he dies alone with nothing in hand, burned out shell of a working man, when he dies alone with empty hands.
How long will the body lie before someone walking by notices the smell, calls the cops and they come and put him in a box marked with a number.
Somewhere past the city limits somebody pulls his file, stamps it void and throws it on a pile.
We take care of our own.
At least on paper.
We take care of our own.
As long as I can sustain the memory of her an image cursing my name belittles my starved heart.
I hope you enjoyed the time you spent butchering me with those murderous conversations my exposed heart was yours yet you'd deny it.
These lies will find a means to an end in dreams where they die.
So beautiful a lifeless body without a soul, I guess it was just time for you to go in this desperation it seems I've found nothing at all.
As the days went by the skies turned from pale to bright just for my eyes.
The sky opens and blood pours from these eyes into vessels of your mind.
I'll take your head and carve out the eyes, burning the rest of you.
you bought their lines and you staked their trail, followed their moves to the last detail.
and all that they sold you was death, on the five year plan,
and left you to rot in their promised land.
and what made you think that the life on the screen could be you?
no returns for your broken dreams when you get it home and it's not what it seems.
the body's been dead not seven days, you've already fucked it a hundred ways.
stiffer than some but more willing than most,
"if this is your idea of some kind of joke..."
you can teach your razorblade a thing or two about suicide.
now cross your heart and wash these sheets,
you're going to wake the whole fucking street.
let's get this thing off the nearest bridge.
and i know you didn't mean to,
sweetheart you never mean to,
i know you never meant to,
Dear victim. I'm a long time listener but a first time caller. Dear victim I just wanted to say how I'm sorry about your loss (and my place in it). A better world? What would you do with a better world?
But here I go again, making one more enemy. Oh here it comes again. I said the wrong thing. I did the wrong thing. Tore through your safe space. A slap in the victim's face.
An unauthorized opinion in this house of persecution, and you know it does us more harm than good but we feed it anyway. Attack. Defend. Attack again. One of them I'm one of them. Attack. Defend. Attack again - One of them.
So you've got a system down. How to keep them all running around. Dishing out apologies so they never stop to say "I don't owe you anything. You don't know me and never did".
Crash course in burning out
I said I'd never be the kind
So stuck in glory days
They forget to let dead bury their own.
So what is this that's trying to slow me down?
Feels like the dead weight of all our broken promises
And every stillborn declaration carried too far too long.
I remember the songs the saved me.
And the words that came so easy.
And the pulpits that sprang up beneath our feet.
And it never even crossed our minds the words could ever be wrong.
All that confidence wasted on the young.
We tapped that vein and bled it dry.
Now nothing fits (yeah but what ever did?)
We always thought that we had time.
To let the dead bury their own.
Spells leading my time, falling into darkness
The couldness is like falling in death's embrance
The winter came to me to fill up my senseless heart
There's a heartbeat that breaks up the iced wind
Winds of a new curse from this lost soul
Behind the gates of light, we don't stand along
Spinning flowers push up my body to dusk
Ashes falling to lead up my soul to pain
Over the pain, the could morning rain
We're reaching out for the day
I desire your way, mother's embrace
Back to my sacred place
I want to find my
Time to break the spell,
That took off my winter
I need to find my heart
And the sunrise without shine
The shame of the fire, in times of cursed skies.
My time is far away, so far away...
In my fantasies
I'm falling down
Dare to embrace this wrongful healing
I've tried to change cause life has it's ways
Bent with I'm bent with this feeling thoughts start to
drain me bury the reasons why
Restless my mind seems so restless torn from the strain
confused and deranged
Sick with I'm sick from this pleading reflection's weight
with great frustration
Trapped inside myself
Caught again, ,never ending
Please take this all away
Countless attempts to push forward
Hell lives within me death seems to haunt me
Fear of losing this handle
May the fallen rise
Burn it down
This is for the cursed ones
Rise for ash
We're the fucking cursed ones
This is fate
Welcome to the damned
We are fear
We're the fucking cursed ones
I'm the whisper inside your ear
Apocalyptic nightmares are real
You're becoming one with the curse
I will make sure you hurt the worst
Why can't you see?
My divine destiny
The Whole world will bow down at my feet
May the fallen rise and take back what's mine
Why can't you see ?
My divine destiny
Everyone dies
May the fallen rise
Burn it down
We're the fucking cursed ones
This is fate
Welcome to the damned
We are fear
Every time I shoot for something
It amounts to less than nothing
I guess I've got to accept the way things are for me
Bottom man on the totem poll
Crying out from the deepest hole
Black sheep with a blacker soul
That's what has become of me
[Pre-chorus]
I need a good defense
I'm losing confidence
Happiness is now past tense
I'm running for cover
My bubbles often burst
Can things get any worse
Feel like I've got this curse
Hanging all over
[Chorus]
Every time I get my feet back on the ground
Something comes along and knocks me right back down
Hopes are crushed and hands are bound
That ancient evil eye seems stuck in my grey sky
Black clouds always seem to pry into my forecast
Can't take this rotten luck
Can't rise above the muck
Everything is bound to suck
How long wil this curse last
[Pre-chorus]
[Chorus]
What have I done to deserve
The sentence that I serve
Find a way to preserve
My fading sanity
What have I done to deserve
The sentence that I serve
Forever to observe
My lifes calamity
Let the day of my birth be cursed
Let the day be forever forgotten
Curse this life and this city
Struggling for a breath
Struggling for answers
I roam the streets
Blind with no fucking purpose
Just let it all come fucking crashing down
Why pray on tainted altars
Dear saints hear no screams
Just let the darkness of the night be permanent
This life
Why didn't I die at birth?
This life
Curse it for it's failures
Let the day of my birth be cursed
Let the day be forever forgotten
If only I had died
I'd be quiet
Asleep and at rest
Let the day be cursed
Let the day be forgotten
Let the day come crashing down
Words as sharp as knives, bite your tongue or the rest
will
follow. What makes a man stems from the inside,
paralyzing the outward of
our being, shows who we truly are when the masks are
shattered. This
substance that holds you up won’t last long, a fake
persona can only get
you so far. There’s no light, it’s so dark inside, help
me understand, was
it ever even there at all? How have you become so blind?
The mask is so
clear to see. The blood on your hands of the life you led
means so much
more when this is all you have left, when facing the end
and nothing but
regret. Will you not repent? Open our hearts, give us
grace we don’t
deserve. With our drug of choice, the sin we blindly
follow, it’s time to
make a choice, come clean of the wolf in sheep’s
clothing. You’ll never
escape what you have coming. Put to death this false
concept of seeing.
You will stand at the throne with nothing left. Open our
It's too late.
It's too late.
I talked.
I told them everything.
I confessed my long list of crimes to all the subway suicides.
Not absolved but laid bare.
And the secret double lives of all the rat race patriarchs go on and on - and let them die there.
I've looked through all the windows.
I've gone through all the drawers.
More empty now than ever before.
We're going down to hell together or not at all.
And the dead hollow shells of consumer investments
That promised completion but just left more holes to fill -
Let 'em kill.
I've got one for the fatalists that like to fuck the mannequins.
So who's the deviant in this success story?
It's too late.
It's too late.
It's too late.
When the darkness falls you see a new world
the winter's embrace lost...in the forest
Silence...deep secret
hidden in the dark
the witches and their spells
the trees seem alive
tears of your mother
cry 'cause you are dead
entombed in a dismal coffin
"From the grave I rise to search for the virtue, that I miss, of love
my lost groom to embrace and suck the blood of his heart..."
"Gange la mort avec tous tes apptits at ton goisme et tous les pehs capitaux"
When the darkness fall you come back to life
... I ...
Awaken....
....
...I {am/have}
evil so far
... of {Hades/hates}
... I ...
...
Awaken....
....
...I {am/have}
evil so far
... of {Hades/hates}
...of Hell
so pissed off i can't get it off my mind
because it's happened again for the second time
i know she's lying but I believe her anyway
because I wanted things to turn out my way
some things are hard to let go
and sometimes you ain't got a choice
seems like no one wants to listen
or like they can't even hear my voice
speechless for words
but so many thoughts in my head
trying to figure out who I still got while
lying alone in my bed
and It's too emotional for my own good but is that bad
and would you care more if I cared less
but I guess it doesn't really matter anymore
because I'm gettin' rid of this mess
some things are hard to let go
and sometimes you ain't got a choice
seems like no one wants to listen
or like they can't even hear my voice
if I could turn back time I would not talk to you
cause you didn't want to hear from me and look how quickly were through
and I don't know if you do this to everyone but if you do
I think you're goin' down
because with a mind set like that you will eventually
get dicked around
ya goin' down ya goin' down and I'm not gonna' be around
ya goin' down ya goin' down and I'm not gonna' be around
ya goin' down ya goin' down and I'm not gonna' be around
to help you to help you
to help you to help you pull through
some things are hard to let go
and sometimes you ain't got a choice
seems like no one wants to listen
or like they can't even hear my voice
some things are hard to let go
and sometimes you ain't got a choice
seems like no one wants to listen
C.O.N.T.R.O.L., feed you young on the fear of hell. And when you reach down to pull the plug, turn you white with the fear of god. One day I looked down and saw the man feeding rosaries down our throats was holding hands with the businessman who was wringing the blood from all these stones. They said "Do you believe in life after death"? I said I believed in life after birth, and the holy church swallowed hard for the body of Christ. So when they say It's A Sin, they mean it's high treason to kill the mule before his back gives out. This is company time. And we never close, we never close. We'll sink you with crosses and bury you in rows. When they say Every Day is a Gift they mean Blessed Are the Working Poor, whose high hopes pay for all these golden crosses. Never catching up but never stopping, taxed to death and still repenting when they say that you'll burn up in hell if you die with this mark on your soul. But there can't be any worse things below than Pascal's sainted bureaucrats got in mind for the hopeful masses. The scheme is hatched and the priest dispatched. And when they say Amen they mean I Hope You Live Forever Hand To Mouth. I've got plans - both my hands on the plug of your god's wasted love. Both hands on the plug of your god's wasted love. Kill the bosses, kill the priests, kill the shepherds - save the sheep.
whispered your name in a busy room and everyone stopped talking.
brought you up in a confessional and all the grown men within earshot
lost their faith and walked away, walked away and walked away.
lost their faith and walked away.
so what is it you're not telling me?
oh yeah, this time around, i'm not asking.
and oh, how small this town gets when you start asking for too many names.
so where you've come from and where you're going,
i don't care and i'm not asking.
i'd hit the lights, touch your lips.
you'd turn to dust like all the rest.
This is the one baptist. I can feel it in the air. The late night infomercial that's going to save your life.. The warden's call in the eleventh hour. And it's easy to say but it's hard to remember that praose is for suckers and death is forever. Under your nose but just over your head. Martyr meets maker in ten shades of red.
These are your twelve steps. Take them on your knees. Show them at the door and they'll let you in free. These are your twelve steps. Take them on your knees. Show them the blood and you get in for free. Under your nose but just over your head. Martyr meets maker in ten shades of red.
And I've got a one track mind. And you know it's gonna get me tried. I've got a one track mind (and you know...)
Line twenty-six admits to martyr envy. And it's true - I wanted it to be my head staring up at you. Seeing what the eyes still see for ten seconds more. Hot from the floor. And ready to serve. This is your head on a canvas looking my way. And the kitchen's gonna need the plate back.
Take them down to the river and drown them now while you have the chance. While their young necks still fit in your hands. But save the souls 'cause you never know. Never know where they're gonna land. They grow like weeds when you let them. Yeah you lost your head to a pretty face. Baptist.
A day with sun and no rain is something I'd like to see.
What could be worse than knowing you're cursed?
Black cloud, just let me live my life like the rest.
Good luck, you never even gave me a chance.
I'm tied to words I can't undo.
I'm helpless, this can't be true.
What could be worse than knowing you're cursed?
Black cloud, just let me live my life like the rest.
Good luck, you never even gave me a chance.
Broken mirrors surround me, reflecting pieces of
Reach me on time, 'cause I will be late...
Fall to my ice in your mind we are movement...
Hey...music all it curse
...we are smiling 'cause we are damned
(va benne per me, ca va bien pour moi)
Here ...the notes surround the air
I've lost the sense of space
Toda da bahia teim mar e cancao, de uma gente apaxionada
The realisation that I still don't know what I'm doing here,
Put in perspective I am nothing,
It feels like something has been wasted, and I am fading
Time is growing against me as I grow tired of being
Just another soul spent searching for something inside,
I hate my fucking guts, I hate desire, I hate lust,
I hate humanity, I hate instinctively, I hate this fucking world for fucking hating me
The chasm in my chest
Screams of resounding emptiness
I've never tasted this bitterness
I never felt this solitude, worthlessness
So what great vision is this to sail amongst the vast indifference?
Accept a trail to hollow senses, where only tragedy breaks the numbness
So what great epiphany, will spell out beneath my feet?
Chain my wrists, and admit defeat, imprisoned by 'the clarity'
So is this destiny, a doubtful life, feeling empty?
Worst of all to make me guilty, blindest of the blind, telling me to see
I might hate this world, I might hate myself
A foul stench of fear overwhelms us all. Willingly
marching this path unknown. We're left with the dull
realization; we once sat high up on this broken throne.
They came and left without a trace. Undeniable, yet so
quick and prompt, like a ghost baring no face. A wretched
disease injected within us, poisoning our souls and
darkening our creation. Beneath these crowded streets
lies the savage from our pasts, reborn into questionable
beings of menacing expression. Coming forth to bestow our
transition into this. Burn this city down. Too many
sleepless hours wasted dwelling over what could have
been. Knowing that someday we might just win. Determined
to persist on forward, brother or none I'm here as a
reminder. The time is now. Come alive, secure our demise
in this. Wipe the slate clean from the lies of our
distinct resurgence.
Keep yourself from falling into cursed deep waters...
Have you been to the water
Have you gone with the tide
Have you heard of strange creatures
Beware of the moonlight
Down falls the light as they rise from the sea
In comes the night, give your soul, pay your fee
Living a curse, they were born by their sins
Soon life and death will become evil twins
Bound to go where the wind blows
Bound to serve the unreal
Bound to dwell in deep waters
Greed and fear cast their seal
Cursing their non-lives
Living a curse is their lot
Life without senses
(Paul Bowles just before his death recounts his father's disgust with his life's work, and defends the artistic and philosophical preference for ugliness, negativity and failure as useful and valid subject matter)
I longed and I waited for something with teeth and it came in the form of this prosthetic face. All wrapped up in paper like fire trucks for orphans. The eyes were the holes where they burned out the maps that we made. You don't find your way back from this place. So onwards and upwards, the skies were erected. We fell from great heights but now we try to make the best of our time down here. Half an hour after the devil knows you're dead, you've got keys to the city, striking Faustian bargains. Saying "Did we agree on a nominal fee for the sins of the fathers to be struck from the records? Burn up and blown away. And take every last trace of the telltale corpses and indiscretions we wish would lay low. Lay low. Close your eyes and think of Christmas 'cause we're not getting out of here intact. They burn out the eyes, you don't find your way back from this place. You got keys to the city but it's nowhere and you're guilty of everything. But I know a town where you can buy absolution for a song.
"So you think a man can cheat death and outwit
doom...?"
"I say a cunning man can cheat death for a long
time...?"
He spoke to the curse and nothing more, to set our fate
Cursed to leave, cursed to light, cursed to die
In what words might death call?
Repeat them thrice, that is all
The hooded stranger said those words
All around us no one heard
He spoke the curse and nothing more
To set our fate to the Bleak Shore
In a voice only spoken to us
We must rise and leave at once
To that place where death hunts
A thousand miles have come and gone
And all around life wanes on
Sailing west to the ocean's song
A thousand more will come to pass
But our deaths come at last...
Despite the doom that holds us fast?
Thirty days then cliffs appear
The blackened sands are drawing near
The Bleak Shore and unknown fear
"So you think a man can cheat death and outwit
doom...?"
"I say a cunning man can cheat death for a long
time...?"
He spoke to the curse and nothing more, to set our fate
Cursed to leave, cursed to light, cursed to die
Bleak Shore...Bleak Shore...Bleak Shore...
In what way might death chance?
Spoken three times, held in trance
Black dead eyes transfixed in space
The bloodless lips part the pale face
He spoke the curse and nothing more
We sail to death to the Bleak Shore
In a voice only spoken to us
We must rise and leave at once
To that place where death hunts
A thousand miles have come and gone
And all around life wanes on
Sailing west to the ocean's song
A thousand more will come to pass
But our deaths come at last...
Despite the doom that holds us fast?
Thirty days then cliffs appear
The blackened sands, unknown fear