DEPECHE MODE A Pain That I'm Used To (rmx)

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