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Текст песни Recoil - 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- 1Kick it!Lord help me to believe I`ve got the need.Killed by the world I`m filled full of greedDead to the touch of a human handCan`t stand, beaten down by a broken old manBroken men fill a city full of sadnessBroken rooms fill a body full of badnessI need a need other than the sting of sinI need a sweet kiss to syncopate the rut I`m inI`ve got a lover, she clothes me in anotherA bad thing to bring, a sacrifice under the coversShe said, cut all that [MB: a word is missing here] from inside of meLike something living made a decision to cease to beLife isn`t like that, life isn`t like thisI have a need to know what it isHave you stopped to see what it is to be freeHow the world has become a giant shopping spreeLord help me to believe how the word has changedIf it happens enough does it seem the same?If it happens to me over and over againWill 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 todayBut they say that life is sacred anywayBut then to see it, no one seems to be livingOh 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 nationstands in peril) Blind from the facts.3 -2- 1Kick it!I felt life like a kiss in the morningI heard love like a rainstorm on top of an awningBut then I left home to spend the night aloneAnd then I saw a man asleep on the cold stoneWas he asleep? Maybe dead, maybe dyingI saw in heaven all the angels were cryingI saw myself as I just walked byI saw another as he turned a blind eyeI saw another as he kicked the manAnd that his friends all laughed or didn`t take a standI burned inside, put my hand through a wallI cursed the world that there is suffering and cruelty at allI cursed myself that there is suffering and cruelty in meThat, though my eyes have sight, they`re too full to seeThat this would be life, like a job and a wifeLike a car and a house and a garden and a knifeIs 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 beliefOr do you choose to a live a life full of grief?I can`t choose what I can`t believeThat the way of life is to live and grieve`Cause I see living as a place in the sunAnd the world as a place for a kingdom to come(You may say, I had. You may hate getting in linetime and time again. You may say, man this life stinks.I wonder how many people today burning in hellthis very hour, burning in hell right now,never thought it was real until they lived it?And there are people in the worldthat are too intellectual for that.Oh man! That`s foolish....I wonder how many people today burning in hellthis very hour, burning in hell right now,never thought it was real until they lived it?This vacillating congress sits and will do nothingwhile nation after nation stands in peril.(whispered, You`re blind...)You may say, I had. You may hate getting in linetime 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 bealso `You may say, I hate it`, too hard to guess]@END

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