Curse lyrics

Artist  : Recoil 
Song : Curse



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 [DL: The lyrics between parenthesis are spoken by
a another voice,
which is not Moby's. It could
be sampled from another source,
or maybe
not]
3 -2- 1
Kick it!
Lord help me to
believe I've got the need.
Killed by the world
I'm filled full of greed
Dead to the touch of a
human hand
Can't stand, beaten down by a broken
old man
Broken men fill a city full of
sadness
Broken rooms fill a body full of
badness
I need a need other than the sting of
sin
I need a sweet kiss to syncopate the rut
I'm in
I've got a lover, she clothes me in
another
A bad thing to bring, a sacrifice
under the covers
She said, cut all that [MB: a
word is missing here] from inside of me
Like
something living made a decision to cease to
be
Life isn't like that, life isn't like
this
I have a need to know what it is
Have
you stopped to see what it is to be free
How
the world has become a giant shopping
spree
Lord help me to believe how the word has
changed
If it happens enough does it seem the
same?
If it happens to me over and over
again
Will I cease to feel all the pain I'm
in?
Will I cease to feel?  Will I start to
believe?
Will I need nothing more than the air
that I breathe?
Well, why waste breathing on a
living death?
Why even bother with another
breath?
Why believe, why care, why even
fuckin' feel? [MB: or maybe 'fuck and
feel'?]
Why try to see beyond the evening
meal?
They tell me four billion people are
alive today
But they say that life is sacred
anyway
But then to see it, no one seems to be
living
Oh Lord, what is it that we're
giving?
You're blind. You're blind.
You're
blind from the facts.
You're blind. You're
blind.
You're blind from the facts.
You're
blind. (getting in line time and time
again)
You're blind. You're blind from the
facts.
You're blind. (while nation after
nation
stands in peril) Blind from the
facts.
3 -2- 1
Kick it!
I felt life like
a kiss in the morning
I heard love like a
rainstorm on top of an awning
But then I left
home to spend the night alone
And then I saw a
man asleep on the cold stone
Was he asleep? 
Maybe dead, maybe dying
I saw in heaven all
the angels were crying
I saw myself as I just
walked by
I saw another as he turned a blind
eye
I saw another as he kicked the man
And
that his friends all laughed or didn't take a
stand
I burned inside, put my hand through a
wall
I cursed the world that there is
suffering and cruelty at all
I cursed myself
that there is suffering and cruelty in
me
That, though my eyes have sight, they're
too full to see
That this would be life, like
a job and a wife
Like a car and a house and a
garden and a knife
Is it freedom to choose
what is not a choice?
Or is it freedom to
silence what is not a voice?
Is it freedom to
have one belief
Or do you choose to a live a
life full of grief?
I can't choose what I
can't believe
That the way of life is to live
and grieve
'Cause I see living as a place in
the sun
And the world as a place for a kingdom
to come
(You may say, I had. You may hate
getting in line
time and time again. You may
say, man this life stinks.
I wonder how many
people today burning in hell
this very hour,
burning in hell right now,
never thought it
was real until they lived it?
And there are
people in the world
that are too intellectual
for that.
Oh man!  That's foolish....
I
wonder how many people today burning in
hell
this very hour, burning in hell right
now,
never thought it was real until they
lived it?
This vacillating congress sits and
will do nothing
while nation after nation
stands in peril.
(whispered, You're
blind...)
You may say, I had.  You may hate
getting in line
time and time again.  You may
say, man this life stinks.
I wonder how many
people today...)
[DL: We are not sure about
this 'You may say, I had', which could be
also
'You may say, I hate it', too hard to
guess]
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