In the struggle of surviving life there is but one goal;One purposeTo suffer, endure, and remainAnd with time such challenges become a matter of courseTo face, overcome, and leave behindBut, with what reason does God choose to inflict so many hardships on me?For the sins of Cane on Able? Or was it for Adam and Eve?Peccavi, peccaviLet them then sufferPunish them for the things that I doSuppose it is my bitterness that causes such things?The power of Karma with fingers of iceThen dare I not speak with words in vain;In tongues of anger with blood red snake eyes for the lordwill surely strike me downBut for what reason does God trip my stride and lay weight on my back?For the sins of men who cripple and stab?Peccavi yes I have sinnedBut, burden them as they have burdened mePeccavi yes I have sinnedYet, I am pure in heart but, left with them it would surely bleedGod damn it.God damn themI'm so sick of it allIf pain is what makes your garden grow, then just fertilize this garden flowerIf this is all life's got to show, then death shall be my finest hourForgive me lord, as I speak in vainOur father who'art in heaven hallowed be thy nameBut, is it too much to ask you to free me from this hell whenThy kingdom come,thy will be done, on earth as it is in heavenPeccavi, peccaviLet them then sufferPunish them for the things that I doI have sinnedI'm so sick of it allDo you caress with a tainted glove?I cannot see through a painted lustPlease free me from these chains of loveThat tie me down through sweat and rust