Illusions, Your Own Creations (God's Busy)

What are we, who we were
It doesn't make sense to me
Don't feel like alive or dead
Are my steps being lead?
I don't want to cope with destiny

Are humans free, or even real?
The question's killing me
God didn't answer for my calls
What should I believe,
where I could find the relief
to this pain, inside my head

Maybe, its all jut an illusion
or a scary dream
When we wake up, is everything real?
Someone tell me the truth
Or help me find my route

What is this world?
The question's killing me
God didn't answer for my calls
What should I believe,
where I could find the relief
to this pain, inside my head

Is a death an escape
or punishment because of our sins
Maybe I should try it out
But it feels like a mistake
to take my life, right now

I don't believe in my own existence
The questions are killing me
God didn't answer for my calls
What should i believe,
where I could find the relief
to this pain, inside my head

Nothing can make me feel sure or secure
I have nothing to believe in
and why should I even try
to create my own fake believes
They would betray me anyway