Born Of The Bored

(piano intro)
I sit and stare upon my trembling eyes
As it starts to move once again
Still I wonder why
What does this all mean
Its too late to turn around again
Its too late to turn around
Mad night, the blood awaits
In a circle on the floor
Money, sex, hell within
Many pleasures to be whored
LIES, HELL, BURN, DEATH
Come and speak for my rights
Spirit spilling out my faith in a world that doesn't learn
Its like being crucified
The priest reads my last rites
I can't pretend it, I must confess it
No, born of the bored
Will I live to tell the rest
Born, yeah, of the bored
Will I sleep in peace tonight
Ahhhh, yeah, BLOOD, WHORE, SPIT, ITS my own solitude
Giving pleasure giving pain
Ya know, round and round and round it goes, where it stops no one knows
Such a twisted game to play
Its like being crucified.......
(SPOKEN:)
Our father who we're taught to believe in
What is thou?
Your cities burn, your children learn
That Earth is really hell
You give us nothing, your daily bread
And we forgive not because no one here one Earth deserves to be forgiven