There would be no misery in this world not for this mythology
The march of technology stonewalled by idolatry
The messengers were all killed, killed for their deity
The vilification of wretched souls like me
Let me feel the sum of all life's pain
Bring it on, bring it to me, for inspiration
Thoughts of suicide, growing old, and ending it all
That I would not trade for all the world's gold
It takes such a strong soul to endure the despair
And how very long it takes to get to our graves
This is your world; I'm just writhing here and biding time
the Church, the Vatican, and the knights of the Papacy
That's the mystery of life; even when you win we all lose
For we are no more than a handful of needles in dry sand
This is the sum of all of life's pain
And it's a wonderful life, isn't this life just grand
Let me feel the sum of all life's pain
Bring it all unto me to harden my soul
Thoughts of suicide, growing old, and ending it all
That I would not trade for all of the world's gold