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There would be no misery in this world not for this mythology

The march of technology stonewalled by idolatry

The messengers were all killed, killed for their deity

The vilification of wretched souls like me

Let me feel the sum of all life's pain

Bring it on, bring it to me, for inspiration

Thoughts of suicide, growing old, and ending it all

That I would not trade for all the world's gold

It takes such a strong soul to endure the despair

And how very long it takes to get to our graves

This is your world; I'm just writhing here and biding time

the Church, the Vatican, and the knights of the Papacy

That's the mystery of life; even when you win we all lose

For we are no more than a handful of needles in dry sand

This is the sum of all of life's pain

And it's a wonderful life, isn't this life just grand

Let me feel the sum of all life's pain

Bring it all unto me to harden my soul

Thoughts of suicide, growing old, and ending it all

That I would not trade for all of the world's gold