Tortured, oppressed
So many questions to ask
Why all the suffering?
Where do we go from here?
Can we ever escape the pain
The soul-sickness in our guts?
Can we ever get to make sense of it all
Or are we just always going to feel lost?
The time is coming to throw in the towel
Let go and and let God
It ain't ******* right to hold on
And let the enemy ***** us over