Recoil

[DL: The lyrics between parenthesis are spoken by a another voice,
which is not Moby's. It could be sampled from another source,
or maybe not]
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Kick it!
Lord help me to believe I've got the need.
Killed by the world I'm filled full of greed
Dead 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 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 [MB: a word is missing here] 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 word 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 fuckin' feel? [MB: or maybe 'fuck and 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. (getting in line time and time again)
You're blind. You're blind from the facts.
You're blind. (while nation after nation
stands in peril) Blind from the facts.
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Kick it!