Lyrics:

Good times and mutilation
God took a vacation
Self-worth and frustration
Everything so wasted
God's on vacation

Deceived by what you said
Stuck inside my head
Some way I've been mislead
The more I'm living, the more I'm dead

Nothing's left, now it's gone
All that's left, a fucking hole
Thought I had it, should've known
This is how, to kill your soul