As the creation falls
And the blood of the world spills in the palm of our hands
We think back into past
We sit and wonder
Is this what our lives were really meant to be?
So small and so dull
Is this the real meaning of humanity?
And as we continue to dwell upon the fact of our own meaning
We seem to miss the real question
Who gave us this so called meaning?
Values seem to fall and drop
We continue to look for ways to be on the top
The higher we climb
The harder we fall
Can we really be better than anyone at all?
He laughs at us
Is that something you want to hear?
He stares at us
We fail and believe me he starts to cheer
He's mocking us
Can't you see the look in his eyes?
He's killing us
But we're too blind to realize
He crafted us so he can spit in our face
We try to help each other
But there's no way
We look for answers and he has them all
But he'd rather you see humanity crumble and fall
In reality
We were built for no real reason
Can't you see
How none of us can please him?
Apologies?
All we are is afraid of death
Suffering
Is his way of making us regret
He gave us a will
And we're punished if it's used
We think for ourselves
He continues to abuse
If the temptation's strong
Then why do we give in?
And if he's so perfect
Then why can't he win?