This Wretched Life

The battle for life, is like this: Friend against friend until all are lifeless They never see how they hurt, or whom Rather, they only See at their doom Where destruction laughs And they scream Where pain will last Reign, as king Oh woe of the churches Woe of the land It bleeds from dryness It bleeds from man They yell in love But a love which is not To a god above But a god unsought How when the sun falls And the moon rises They see different lights But they both despise us For the day hates illuminating The pain and hurt we are ever creating But the night hates the illuminating Of the responsibility we're never taking Instead, blame them! Blame these lights, oh wretched are they! Blame them! For they tell us exactly the ugly we've remained Truth is but a lover of the humble But humility doesn't come to us We killed her, now she's done with us So, in the mirror of this Truth I see my error and hate Truth more 'til every shape I take I no longer see a Lord