Night sweats, bad omens, sickness -- even neverending riches fall in the face of madness.
lyrics
It's just a curse, you mutter to yourself
Nothing untold riches can't overcome
It's only taking what's rightfully yours
Curses aren't real they're just superstition
No spell can make you cower
No witch can make you shiver
With a threat as toothless as her smile
Curses aren't real they're just superstition
Sleep with a knife
Under your pillow at night
It won't save you
When your greed comes back to haunt you
It's just a curse that no one knows about
And you'll be safe just as long as you're secret's kept
What good's a curse when your enemies are dead
Curses aren't real they're just superstition
No pow'r can be overcome
Your reach can't be outrun
No move escapes your watchful eye
Curses aren't real they're just superstition, no
Curses aren't real they're just superstition
Sleep with a knife
Under your pillow at night
It won't save you
When your greed comes back to haunt you
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