In the struggle of surviving life is but one goal; One To suffer, endure, and And with time such become a matter of course To face, overcome, and leave 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 them then Punish them for the that I do it is my bitterness that causes such things? The power of Karma fingers of ice Then I not speak with words in vain; In tongues of anger with blood red snake eyes for the will surely me down But for what does God trip my stride and lay weight on my back? For the sins of men who cripple and Peccavi yes I sinned But, burden them as have burdened me Peccavi yes I sinned Yet, I am pure in heart but, left them it would surely bleed God damn it.God them I'm so of it all If pain is what makes your garden grow, then fertilize this garden flower If this is all life's got to show, then death shall be my hour Forgive me lord, as I in vain Our who'art in heaven 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 as it is in heaven Peccavi, Let then suffer Punish them for the that I do I have I'm so of it all Do you caress with a glove? I see through a painted lust Please free me from chains of love That tie me through sweat and rust