A Letter to God
London After Midnight - Psycho Magnet
Not one choice we make we chose
And when this life is at an end
We find that death's our only friend
Must we suffer through your games
Can God really be so bored?
We spend our lives destroying
Beneath our flesh a skull lies waiting
We fear our loving Lord above
Some live their lives to play their games
That when we meet you will forgive us
And find a knife and slit my throat
And come to track you down
You better watch your back
That when we meet you'll be surprised
Just pain and hate and tear-filled sighs
And the question in the end is “why”?