we are the lowest
there is no hope for us
there's no tommorow
we break like glass
like glass
in the hand of god
sentenced to die
the day we're born
we suffer, we try
glass full of water
that will never
turn to wine
like glass
in the hand of god
sentenced to die
the day we're born
we suffer, we try
glass full of water
that will never
turn to wine
we are the lowest
there is no hope for us
there's no tommorow
we break like glass
we are made to suffer
we are made to enjoy
made to hate
and made to love
we are made to born
we are made to kill
made to destroy
and made to feel
we are made to break
break like glass
made to live
made to die
if we are created
in the image of god
then our god has died
long time ago