Curse - Recoil

which is not Moby’s.

It could be sampled from another source,

or maybe not]

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 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?

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.

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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