In the of surviving life there is but one goal; One To suffer, endure, and And time such challenges become a matter of course To face, overcome, and behind But, with reason does God choose to inflict so many hardships on me? For the sins of on Able? Or was it for Adam and Eve? Peccavi, Let then suffer them for the things that I do Suppose it is my bitterness that such things? The power of with fingers of ice Then I not speak with words in vain; In tongues of anger blood red snake eyes for the lord will surely me down But for what reason does God trip my and lay weight on my back? For the sins of men who and stab? Peccavi yes I have But, them as they have burdened me Peccavi yes I sinned Yet, I am pure in heart but, left with it would surely bleed God it.God damn them I'm so of it all If pain is what makes your grow, then just fertilize this garden flower If this is all got to show, then 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 this hell when Thy kingdom come,thy be done, on earth as it is in heaven Peccavi, Let them suffer Punish for the things 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 these chains of love That tie me down sweat and rust