its 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 gods that weve 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 its a furious sting to find ourselves breathing and naked hold our lives up by strings till that moment in death were invaded so hollow and cold say that pray weve been told are we forsaken all blind weve 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