We we're blind and we couldn't conceive the color of 
blood
This crimson flood soaking the ground
We stare in shock as the world unveils its true 
features to us
You then exclaim "where is God now?"

You ask me "why do we forever feed on pain
And act like mindless fiends programmed for boundless 
rage?
The carnage never cease, the poison is never drained
For this, should we blame the maker of everything 
divine?"

The virtuous dies as well as the sinful one
Death strikes all life, blind in its random ways

In essence, we contradict the conception of a watchful 
shaper
And still we consider being observed and closely 
monitored
Primitive we remain
We were devised to enjoy trials
The choice has never been ours
We are inclined to violence

You ask me "why do we forever feed on pain
And act like mindless fiends programmed for boundless 
rage?
The carnage never cease, the poison is never drained
For this, should we blame the maker of everything 
divine?"
You ask me "why do we forever feed on pain (forever 
feed on pain)
And act like mindless fiends programmed for boundless 
rage? (Programmed for boundless rage)
The carnage never cease, the poison is never drained 
(The poison is never drained)
For this, should we blame the maker of everything 
divine?" (Divine)