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Is this life, this degredation |
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This pointless games, humiliation |
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Born to die, we're born to lose |
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Not one choice we make we chose |
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And when this life is at an end |
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We find that death's our only friend |
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Must we suffer through your games, oh Lord? |
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Can God really be so bored? |
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We spend our lives destroying, hating |
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Beneath our flesh a skull lies waiting |
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Blind to beauty, blind to love |
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We fear our loving Lord above |
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Some live their lives to play their games |
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Some live as victims, gone insane |
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Your experiment, oh lord, has failed |
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And I trust that when we meet you will forgive us |
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It's futile so I'll end this note |
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And find a knife and slit my throat |
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And come to track you down, Oh Lord |
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You better watch your back, be sure |
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That when we meet you'll be surprised, |
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No loving praise, no glee filled cries |
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Just hate and pain and tear filled sighs |
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And the question in the end is why |
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Fuck you... |
