paroles de chanson Such a Pretty Curse - The Datsuns

They used to call it
Evil possesion
An exorcism to cleanse the soul
Silver bullets
Nasty cues
For the boy to regain control
Voices in my head
Oh how they curse me girl
Voices in my head
Oh no!
I may be the victim of popular fiction
My official position is you
Cursed me girl
Such a Pretty Curse
The moon is up
The mood isblack
Oh how it hit me like a heart attack
Poison prison
Such a bore
Feel the terror flowing out my pores
Hiss through lips
Sewn up tight
Cough it up through the black light
Hallucination Stations call
Whisper louder
Taking hold