a pain that i m used to
 

* depeche mode'un playing the angel albümünden bir şarkı.







i'm not sure what i'm looking for anymore



i just know that i'm harder to console



i dont 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, oh no



close your eyes, pay the price for your paradise



devils feed on the seeds of the soul







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.