verse
Born from some mother's womb,
Just like any other room.
Made a promise for a new life.
Made a victim out of your life.
verse
When your time's on the door,
And it drips to the floor,
And you feel you can touch,
All the noise is too much,
And the seeds that are sown,
verse
When you walk down the street,
And the sound's not so sweet,
And you wish you could hide,
To some peep show arcade,
Where the future's not made.
outro
Born out of your frustration.
Just a strange infatuation.
Made a promise for a new life.
No saviour for our sakes,
To twist the internees of hate,
Self induced manipulation,
To crush all thoughts of mass salvation.
Writer(s): Stephen Paul David Morris, Peter Hook, Bernard Sumner, Ian Kevin Curtis