Despair 歌词

Ignored as a crimson left on your toothbrush I will wait Abhorred by your kin in the name of a father I will blame Valentine Curse your ways When will we begin to incessantly fold Inexorably? When will our scalps run out of colour reserves Or any at all? We must strike while the proverbial Iron is hot Though man can't by force revoke his destined course He can curse at the madness of Valentine, the condemner and sadist of old Cursing all to a lifetime of miserable clutching at miserable straw Valentine Curse your way I need an explanation A reason for my curse The magnets have their North Pole And I only this thirst