Recoil - Curse lyrics

Three, two, one, kick

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

Three, two, one, kick

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


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, 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, 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