| Is this life this degradation
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| this pointless game, humiliation
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| Born to die, we"re born to lose
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| and not one choice we make we choose
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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 waste our lives destroying, hating,
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| while beneath our flesh a skull lies waiting
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| Blind to beauty blind to love,
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| we fear of our loving Lord above
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| Some live their lives to play their games,
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| some live as victims, the 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 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,
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| be sure that when we meet you"ll be surprised
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| no loving praise, no glee filled cries
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| Just pain and hate and tear filled sighs
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| and the question in the end is «Why?» |