In the of surviving life there is but one goal; One To suffer, endure, and And with time challenges become a matter of course To face, overcome, and behind But, with what reason does God choose to inflict so many on me? For the sins of Cane on Able? Or was it for and Eve? Peccavi, Let then suffer Punish them for the things I do Suppose it is my bitterness that causes things? The power of Karma fingers of ice Then dare I not with words in vain; In tongues of anger with blood red eyes for the lord will surely me down But for what reason does God trip my stride and lay on my back? For the sins of men who and stab? Peccavi yes I have But, burden as they have burdened me Peccavi yes I sinned Yet, I am pure in heart but, left with them it surely bleed God damn it.God them I'm so of it all If pain is makes your garden grow, then just fertilize this garden flower If this is all life's got to show, death shall be my finest hour me lord, as I speak in vain Our father who'art in hallowed be thy name But, is it too much to ask you to free me from this hell Thy kingdom come,thy will be done, on earth as it is in Peccavi, Let then suffer Punish for the things that I do I sinned I'm so of it all Do you caress with a glove? I cannot see through a lust free me from these chains of love That tie me down through and rust