Cursed

Pull in the line You've been sailing for something But never where you wanted Turn to the side Though the wrong winds are blowing You've learned to control them Do I look just like you Burned like your father too One rope slips through our hands Cursed on water, fucked on land You laid out a course With the finest examples And passion for travel But I saw you lose After much hesitation Your old destination Do I look just like you Burned like your father too One rope slips through our hands Cursed on water, fucked on land You said we Can go Anywhere waves can go Outward from ourselves Drink the divine Water water everywhere Tell me, what have we to fear But failure? And the last one to jump in Is a rotten god damn egg So if I am the disgraced Be graceful Do I look just like you Burned like your father too One rope slips through our hands Cursed on water, fucked on land