Why do we enjoy sin? Why do  we smile
The moment of redemption, Why make us cry?

Do we have souls? Or we just lie
Humanity is  Drowning,
I still wonder why
Is it our  sin, or it is just life

Are we free?  Can we really decide?
Or we just hamster in a wheel
The decision are unreal
Amuse the entity that we call Divine

Why? Who are we?
We bleed,  it proves we are alive?
Or  we just a dream in some alien's eyes
There is no way to know the truth before we dies

Yet we argue,  we fight  ,We search for an answer
Why are we  alive?