A life should be made of glory For those whose about to cry Insted all we have is the morning And rest of our lifes Despite the pain of awakening Praying, the end is near A fact that seems so abstract Just fulfill my eyes There's nothing wrong When life just plays one trick It seems so cruel Amused by anything Bored to death life is so mean The issues of hate I describe my own happiness As your desgrace And you go on living I lay my head, sleep and it's so mean Protected by tradition, Turned into a slave (as long as it takes) It's sad when you live waiting for a massive pain Wish for the next thunder Another life to drain Just because you're bored again There's nothing wrong When life just plays one trick It seems so cruel Amused by anything This is the end There's no more room on earth You're still in shock Possessed by a fiend The layers of misconception Elevates the ignorant walls Although the humiliaion Of hearing that's nobody faults You pray for the next mistake You pray to have someone to blame