Is this life this degradation this pointless game, humiliation Born to die, we're born to lose and not one choice we make we choose And when this life is at an end we find that Death's our only friend Must we suffer through your games, oh Lord? Can God really be so bored? We waste our lives destroying, hating, while beneath our flesh a skull lies waiting Blind to beauty blind to love, we fear of our loving Lord above Some live their lives to play their games, some live as victims, the insane Your experiment oh Lord has failed and I trust that when we meet you will forgive us It's futile so I'll end this note and find a knife and slit my throat and come to track you down oh Lord you better watch your back, be sure that when we meet you'll be surprised no loving praise, no glee filled cries Just pain and hate and tear filled sighs and the question in the end is "Why?" London After Midnight - A letter to God.