Is this life, this degradation
This pointless game, humiliation
Born to die, we're born to lose
And not one choice we make we choose
And when this life is at an end
We find that Death's our only friend
Must we suffer through your games, oh Lord?
Can God really be so bored?
We spend our lives destroying, hating
Beneath our flesh a skull lies waiting
Blind to beauty, blind to love
We fear our loving Lord above
Some live their lives to play their games
Some live as victims, the insane
Your experiment's failed, Lord
And I trust that when we meet
You will forgive us
It's futile, so I'll end this note
And find a knife and slit my throat
And come to track you down, oh Lord
You better watch your back
Be sure that when we meet
You'll be surprised
No loving praise, no glee filled cries
Just pain and hate and tear filled sighs
The question in the end is "Why?"
Writer(s): Sean Michael Brennan, Henry Porch
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