Is this life, this differentation
Pointless games, humiliation
Born to die, we're born to lose
Not one choice we make we chose

And when this life is at an end
We find that death's our only friend
Must we suffer through your games, O Lord?
Can God really be so bored?

We spend our lives destroying, hating
Beneath our flesh our ? lies waiting
Blind to beauty blind to love
We fear our loving Lord above
Some live their lives to play their games
Some win as victims, the insane
We're filled with sin, Lord, and I trust
That when we meet you will forgive us

? I'll find a knife and slit my throat
And come to track you down, O Lord
You better watch your back, be sure
That when we meet you'll be surprised,
Your loving brings no glee- filled cries
Just pain and hate and ?
The question in the end is why
?
Fuck you