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?""
London After Midnight - Letter To God Lyrics
London After Midnight - Letter To God Lyrics
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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?""
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?""
Writer: Sean Brennan
Copyright: Lyrics © THINGMAKER MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © THINGMAKER MUSIC