Curse

3 -2- 1, kick it!

Lord help me to believe
I've got need
Killed by the world
I'm filled full of greed
Dead to the touch
Or a human hand
Can't stand, beaten 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 mental
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
If 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?
Why waste breathing
On a living death?
Why even bother with
Another breath?
Why believe, why care
Why even fuck and feel?
Why try to see beyond
The eveling meal?
They tell me four billion
People are alive today
But they say that life
I 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 a 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 head 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
Llike 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 hate it!
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...

This vacillating congress
Sits and will do nothing
While nation after nation
Stands in peril

Lead vocals: Moby