Disorder

I've been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand
Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man
Lose sensation, spare the insults, leave them for another day
I've got the spirit, lose the feeling
Take the shock away

It's getting faster, moving faster now
It's getting out of hand
On the tenth floor, down the backstairs
Into no-man's land
Lights are flashing, cars are crashing
Getting frequent now
I've got the spirit, lose the feeling
Let it out somehow

It's getting faster, moving faster now
It's getting out of hand
It's getting faster, moving faster now

What means to you, what means to me and we will meet again
I'm watching you, I'm watching her
I'll take no pity from your friends
Who is right, who can tell and who gives a damn right now
Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know
Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know
Until the spirit new sensation takes hold



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Paul David Morris, Peter Hook, Bernard Sumner, Ian Kevin Curtis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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