Is this life, this degredation
This 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, 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, gone insane
Your experiment, oh lord, has failed 
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 hate and pain and tear filled sighs
And the question in the end is why
Fuck you...