Depeche Mode A Pain That Im 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, 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 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