Letra de Hiob

I long to die In the mother’s womb Then I‘d sleep And be at rest Never alive Like a miscarriage That has been buried In mud and dirt Isn’t he here To take our weakness And to bore Our disease Shouldn’t he Save us from drowning Yet no calm in sight Futile, useless Pathetic and wretched Perverted and embezzled Idle, feckless Acts of compassion Serve wore and shine One misconception As it ever was Acts and words Just echos in the void Not a glass of wine Nor a loaf of bread Will ever change A certain fate Why does God Give a light To the weary And afflicted hearts That wait for death And it does not come And paths are covered All around But as expected Still left alone But as expected Not a bit of hope