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Lord help me to believe, I've got a need
Killed by the world I'm filled full of greed
Deaf 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 limbs 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 to sacrifice under the covers
She said, could all that red come 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 world 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 fucking 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, you're blind, You're blind from the facts
You're blind, blind from the facts
|Alan Wilder, Richard Hall|©1992 Sire Records Company}}
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Revision as of 15:41, 5 November 2019

Lyrics


Curse

Lord help me to believe, I've got a need

Killed by the world I'm filled full of greed Deaf 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 limbs 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 to sacrifice under the covers

She said, could all that red come 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 world 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 fucking 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, you're blind, You're blind from the facts

You're blind, blind from the facts


Songwriter: Alan Wilder, Richard Hall
Publishing Information: ©1992 Sire Records Company

Dates where Curse was played

Curse has never been played live.