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
