The Curse
Diary of Dreams feat. Torben Wendt Lyrics

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Plastic needles in my skin
Don't ask me what they're for
No clue, except for pain and shock
You tied me to the bed to mock

My eyelids kept wide open
So I can see all that you do
All this liquid in my eyes

Come inside my world, friend, if you dare... the curse

It's cold, I shiver while I sweat
Room without a glimpse of sunlight
My head is shaved, my body bruised
Can't feel my fingers, everything is numb... the curse

Your reality is twisted
It seems you just don't notice
That all you do to me
Can never touch me mentally

But you can do all this to me
It's not like it would matter
Much worse than, so much worse than that
I can't get you out of my head

Where is that strong human will now?
Guess there are things you can't escape from...
I don't know, but something isn't right here...
I guess what you expect from me is fear... the curse

I stare... but there is nothing I can see
God knows, with only one hand I could...

Your giggles reach me from next door
I wonder what is this all for?... the curse

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Diary of Dreams feat. Torben Wendt's song, The Curse, is a haunting and graphic recounting of being subjected to torture and abuse. The opening lines describe the singer's experience of needles piercing their skin, but they are unaware of the purpose behind it. It is followed by being restrained and mocked by their abuser, who keeps their eyes open so they can witness everything being done to them. It's a disturbing image that evokes feelings of helplessness and vulnerability. The verses describe the physical pain and isolation the singer endures, but their internal world remains intact. The chorus brings it all home with the repeated theme of being cursed and trapped in this horrific experience with no way out.

The lyrics suggest that the abuse is not only physical but also psychological. The abuser seems to be delusional, twisting reality to make themselves feel powerful. The singer is amazed by their tormentor's ability to hurt them physically but is confident that they cannot damage their mental state. The final verse hints at the possibility of a future escape and redemption from the ordeal. Still, the memory of the abuse remained, and the idea of being cursed haunted the singer with the prospect of lurking danger.

Overall, The Curse is a powerful and evocative song that highlights the psychological effects of abuse. The lyrics weave a graphic and grotesque story that arouses strong feelings of helplessness, despair, and survival.

Line by Line Meaning

Plastic needles in my skin
I am being subjected to some sort of medical experimentation or abuse, with needles made of plastic poking into my skin

Don't ask me what they're for
I do not know the purpose of the needles or what is happening to me

No clue, except for pain and shock
The only thing I am sure of is that the experience is incredibly painful and shocking

You tied me to the bed to mock
I am restrained by whoever is doing this, almost as if they are torturing me for their own amusement

My eyelids kept wide open
My eyes are being forced open, maybe with clamps or tape, so I am unable to close them and avoid what is happening

So I can see all that you do
The purpose of keeping me awake and aware is so that I can witness the abuse and mistreatment

All this liquid in my eyes
I am crying profusely, either from pain or the sheer psychological torment

Come inside my world, friend, if you dare... the curse
I invite anyone who thinks they can handle my ordeal to join me and experience this curse themselves

It's cold, I shiver while I sweat
The conditions of the room I am in are extremely uncomfortable - freezing cold, but I am also sweating in fear or pain

Room without a glimpse of sunlight
The room is windowless and devoid of natural light, adding to the oppressiveness of the situation

My head is shaved, my body bruised
I have been physically abused to the point of having bruises all over my body, and my head is shaved to further degrade me

Can't feel my fingers, everything is numb... the curse
The physical trauma inflicted on me has caused a loss of feeling in my extremities, possibly even leading to permanent damage

Your reality is twisted
Whoever is tormenting me has a distorted view of the world and what is acceptable behavior

It seems you just don't notice
Despite the extremity of what they are doing to me, the perpetrator remains indifferent or unaware of the severity of their actions

That all you do to me
Everything that they have done to me so far

Can never touch me mentally
Despite the physical pain and discomfort, I am not going to let it completely break me down emotionally or mentally

But you can do all this to me
I am acknowledging that I am powerless and at the mercy of whoever is hurting me

It's not like it would matter
Even if I resisted, it would not change the fact that I am being subjected to this torture

Much worse than, so much worse than that
The reality of my situation is even more terrible than what I can describe in words

I can't get you out of my head
Despite my efforts to stay strong and resist, the trauma is weighing heavily on my mind and affecting me greatly

Where is that strong human will now?
I am questioning my own strength and resilience to cope with such unimaginable suffering

Guess there are things you can't escape from...
I am realizing that some situations are truly inescapable and I might be trapped in this nightmare forever

I don't know, but something isn't right here...
Despite not knowing exactly what is happening to me, I can sense that something is very wrong and downright evil

I guess what you expect from me is fear... the curse
The person or people responsible for my torture may simply want me to break down in fear or terror, to see me become emotionally and mentally broken by their cruelty

I stare... but there is nothing I can see
My eyes are open, but there is nothing to see in this dark, oppressive room

God knows, with only one hand I could...
I am attempting to think of ways to escape or fight back, but I am too weak and broken to even think straight

Your giggles reach me from next door
Whoever is hurting me is enjoying themselves, reveling in the sounds of my pain and desperation

I wonder what is this all for?... the curse
I am questioning the purpose or motive behind the torture and abuse, trying to make sense of what is happening to me and why such cruelty exists in the world

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