I've carried it.
The burden of my house; it's gone.
I burried it.
Far down the road; It's wrong.
I've been wary.
It's a curse, a nightmare and song.
I've tarried.
And for that my days are long.
I was married.
Until the curse found them; drug them along
The consequence varied.
But no one escaped; the curse is strong.
The sin plauged all who carried it.
Its been the burden of my house for too long.
I've burried it.
Down in my grave where it belongs