Useless human mind, searching for control

Forced a weak creation into existence

Gave it human form, such a tiny mind

Then he wrote the words, "Ignorance is bliss"

First, this God punished, then it turned its cheek

Now it turns its back on the suffering, no one asks why

Man is his own tormentor

He looks to the sky for help

He's punished by God's self-hatred

For man is his god himself

Useless human mind, searching for control

Forced a weak creation into existence

Now it turns its back on the suffering, no one asks why