It's A Curse I'm A Saint Songtext
von Disconnected Genius

The Garden of Eden
In heaven, God′s speaking
Through my mouth and my hands
In my mind, master plans
For freedom, and glory
To bring forth, the story
God is not religious
Church can be meretricious
Beholden, blessed & trusted
The forgiven, unobstructed
Human can, exhibit
The light of, the implicit
Universe, what is life worth?
Pre-eminent, need for re-birth
Benighted, Osmosis
Sadhana, Apotheosis
Perfect storm, cold feels warm
God hears all
God heals all


It's a curse I′m a saint
In a field I will wait
It's a curse I'm a saint
In a field I will wait
In a dream you cannot
Take away what I′ve got
And in time
We will be
We′ll be fine

Divine hands, define silk
Inside her, mothers milk
The feeling, it won't last
The reason, obsession
I was wrong, I recant
With one click, I repent
Now naked, & humbled
Words are keys, my cups full
So live well, and love life
Temptation, cannot entice
Don′t get old, don't judge me
Find freedom, memory
Perfect Storm, Cold feels warm
God hears all
God heals all


It′s a curse I'm a saint
In a field I will wait
It′s a curse I'm a saint
In a field I will wait
In a dream you cannot
Take away what I've got
A curse I′m a saint
In a field I will wait
In a dream you cannot
Take away what I′ve got
And in time
We will be
We'll be just fine

I could tell you the truth
But its power would dissolve
As the words left my mouth
North becomes South
Open Centre
I remember

Now