Leaves you naked in the face of death and life
Turns to dust, turns to sand
It's the grammar of faith
All I taste is the rust
The sentences they might form
Peel it back, let me in
All I have, all I am, all I can for him
Search for meaning in sores
I'd rather shout out and shake him and do anything for him
I've got this curse in my hands
I've got this curse on my tongue
And for the mommies who are left with their heart breaking
If you'd taken him away?
All I touch fades to black
This decay, let me go
No more rules, no restraint
Well I, I beg you on bended knees for him
The shadow cast by your heart
I've got this curse in my hands
"Thanks for the love, for the joy, for the smile on his face"
We're all equal in the face of what we're most afraid of
Turns to dust, turns to sand
Look for hope in the dark
How angry I would be
I don't like the doctor with the deep long face
Only wants to give us the very worst case
All I taste is the rust
I beg you on bended knees for him
This decay in my blood
I've got this curse in my hands
And I'm so sorry for those who didn't make it
It's the grammar of skin
'Cause I'd beg you on bended knees for him
I've got this curse on my tongue
There is no righteousness in your darkest moment
But all I have, all I am, all I can for him
I wish I was wiser
All I touch fades to black
A thread I'm standin' on, prayin' on today
I've got this curse on my tongue
Precious baby, is your life hangin' by a thread?
I've got this curse on my tongue
When the moment strikes, it takes you by surprise and
I beg you on bended knees for him
But instead I'll be grateful I'll say
I've got this curse in my hands
