5.18.2008

A pain that I'm used to



I'm not sure what I'm looking for anymore
I just know that I'm harder to console
I don't see who I'm trying to be instead of me
But the key is a question of control

Can you say what you're trying to play anyway
I just pay while you're breaking all the rules
All the signs that I find have been underlined
Devils thrive on the drive that is fueled

All this running around, well it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve something that rings true

There's a hole in your soul like an animal
With no conscience, repentance unknown
Close your eyes, pay the price for your paradise
Devils feed on the seeds that are sown

I can't conceal what I feel, what I know is real
No mistaking the faking, I care
With a prayer in the air I will leave it there
On a note full of hope not despair

All this running around, well it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve something that rings true

All this running around, well it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to believe all the dreams you concieve
You just need to achieve something that rings true

Depeche Mode, A pain that I'm used to

2 comentários:

Lover disse...

"I'm not sure what I'm looking for anymore
I just know that I'm harder to console(...)Can you say what you're trying to play anyway..."

never enough...
Xin-Xin

Princesa Moscatel disse...

Trouxe-me aqui o "linked in". Fez-me pensar como são estranhos os caminhos que às vezes se fazem, também pela música. Fortíssima esta.

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