CURSE

 

Lyrics written by Richard Hall

 

 

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 downby 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 tosacrifice under the covers

She said, could all that redcome from inside of me

Like something living made adecision 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

 

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

And 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 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