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