Depeche Mode A Pain That Im Used to 2005

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 fuelled 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 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