Recoil Curse Lyrics

Curse Lyrics

[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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