Is this life this degradation
pointless game, humiliation
Born to die, we're born to lose
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 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, the insane
Your experiment failed, and am I [bad word] 
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
 [bad word] 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?"