People tell me what to do
When to think
And when to move

I want to escape from this world so cruel
I'll even accept that I'm God's little tool

He shows me where i must do work
ANd of coase-gave me a job in this foggy murk

I hear the choirs sing songs of joy
And yet I rot in hell...a kind of decoy
A barrier into the land of peace
Rotting with other whos lives are a teaze

WE all fall down and burn in hell
Listening for a sound from that beautiful bell

But never again will we hear it's sweet song
'Cause in God's eyes, we've all done something wrong

It isn't our fauly our lives are this way
It's God's fault for sending our hearts astray
Why must he give us these hardships each day
Forcing us to MAKE the pain go away

We try many things but nothing works right
Except for a blade to the wrist during a cold, dark night

We slice and dice our arms to bits
But god only watches us-he sits and sits

He wont come down to help us out
HE has no idea what my life's all about

Maybe if he took a little time I'd stop
But until then...let's just hope my wein doesn't pop
 
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