London After Midnight - A Letter To God lyrics

rate me

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 waste our lives destroying, hating,

while beneath our flesh a skull lies waiting

Blind to beauty blind to love,

we fear of our loving Lord above

Some live their lives to play their games,

some live as victims, the 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 pain and hate and tear filled sighs

and the question in the end is "Why?"