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

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

This world is a miracle

This world is a miracle

This world is a miracle

This world is a miracle

This world is a miracle

This world is a miracle

And this world is a miracle

This world is a miracle

This world is a miracle

This world is a miracle