The Rage of Becoming

It’s a furious thing to suffer the weight of existence
Is it savage in frame, a deep chaos roaring at its expense
All writhing in pain all alive in the rage of becoming
In all the screaming and praise have the god’s that we’ve prayed to been
bluffing
But this World is a Miracle
This World is a miracle
It’s a furious sting to find ourselves breathing and naked
Hold our lives up by strings till that moment in death we’re invaded
So hollow and cold say that pray we’ve been told «Are we forsaken?»
All blind we’ve been thrown in that light we all grow to awaken
But this World is a Miracle
This World is a Miracle