When you're born
When you grow
Your eyes see things
That are questionable
When you learn
Something new
It feels like
It is the only true
When you look
Around you
See that people have
Gods in their minds
It might be your obsession
And you scream to the sky
It could be a delusion
Why, why, why, why?
Was I made to die?
Was I made to die?
Was I made to die?
Only die
Made to live
Made to grow
Made to feel
Made to love
Made to see
Made to touch
Made to sense
It is all we have
Made to think
Made to die
Made to rot
And forget the past
Made to hope
Decompose
Made to fail
And learn again