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