Everyone seems to emphasize manner.
I alone seem to be lost!
Or are they just hiding their true nature,
Behind a hypocritical faVade?

They dare not laugh.
They dare not cry.
They dare not say the things in their mind.
Riding in two boats,
Saying it's hard to decide!

Neither ya!
Neither nein!
People do whatever they like
For selfishness sake.
Then say: "Oh, sorry.
I really can't help it.
Even if I trample on your heart and feelings,
They're your own 'self-created' things.


By the way -- you can blame God
(The poor guy is just perfect for this sort!)
But I must do my bidding --"
So fake and phoney,
Their actions are so strange and funny.
But somehow
It brings tears to my eyes.

Why do I have to mind
Whatever people do or did?
Why can't I just ignore it
And be happy,
Go on with my own destiny --
Whatever it will be --

People are the way they are.
Why fret!
But ...
The tears
Are shed
By ... themselves!
When I am alone in bed,
When I have no one
Whom I can talk to.

The world is full of people.
Why not just spare a right one for me!
I feel so lonely
I couldn't even cry,
Tears are dried
Heart is emptied.


Who knows
What is destiny
What is reality
You are you
Who is me?

What it is that called memory,
Which emanates the joy and sadness?
Why all this misery?
Yesterday never comes back
Tomorrow is uncertainty.
What am I to do
In such a time of great upheaval
When wounds seem never to heal
When pain seems eternal
And Salvation is just a fancy promise...

I couldn't even quit
The Cruel game!

Mr. God (if He ever exists)
Must be a cool stupid!
(Sorry for the irreverence)
Can't help it!
In times like this,
Can not think of any better term.

Let Him die
Let Him go where He likes
Just couldn't care less
He is utterly useless
I hate the guy.

He sits somewhere in paradise
Laughing at our tears and sweat,
Bleeding and pain.
And we thank Thee profoundly for Thy Grace.

If You ever want to know:
I hate
The whole creation!
It brings so much pain and frustration
So much sorrow and stress
Ah yes! Little happiness
You miserly old mighty --
We couldn't care less.
Do what you please
Cause we are helpless
Victims of destiny...


Then we are blamed for whatever happens to our lot
Innocent is the Herr Gott.
Oh! Yes we know --
You are the best of all
And we are just wretches!
Born in sin and go to hell after death.
If we dare say something against or not believe in Thee

Oh! Come on! Set us free
From Your graceful bondage.
Can You just love and not condemn us?
The Cross of Your Mercy
Is too heavy
For us mortals to carry!

You don't have to do anything for us
So there is no favour
That we have to so dearly pay our debt.

You gave everything,
But woe to the one who touches.
It costs anything that our poor brain can figure and beyond
So where is the fun,
Where's the grace...?
And the eternal damnation and Hell and more.
Oh no,
Thanks a lot.
What an awful God
You must be.

Even just thinking of You,
I want to flee.
Help!
Help me!
If You truly exist,
Help me know Your real identity.
I'm tired,
Tell You truly.
Of all and more!
I'm so hopeless
Couldn't even pray...