Benjamin Tod - Beautiful Curse lyrics

Things I try to lock inside too ugly to bare
Find a seam inside my dream and begin to tear
Through my eyes they come alive
And beckon for a stare
In your throat I hit a
Note for Beelzebub to hear

And the silence weeps for which
Of us will leave
With something worse oh what
A beautiful curse

Take me out and put me down
I'm dying for a cure
In this room a tortured few feast upon a spur
No one sees the artist weep
The bounty of his worth
And desperately try to breathe and
Dig until it hurts

And the silence weeps for which
Of us will leave
With something worse oh what
A beautiful curse

Brother can you shape these hands and
Teach em how to feel Something
More than how to scorn or burn you in a deal
Who needs games or tempting fate when you
Know how to steal I see
In you the same old fool I
Was when things were real

And the silence weeps for which
Of us will leave
With something worse oh what
A beautiful curse