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Curse

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Вокал: Моби (Moby)

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