| Ever since the dawning ageall our very lives were shapedand worshipped to our | |
| LordWell, heaven helpedheaven heldhelped himself justhelped themselvesdo what the hell they want | |
| Untill we reach the age of reason | |
| If God is hereand | |
| God is lovewas he there when | |
| I got touchedwhile | |
| I was calling out his name? | |
| I call it real tough loveunless you love to pickyour bodies upand tow them to the grave | |
| Although it really isn't likelythat you exist at all | |
| I'm asking most politelyto the one who made it all | |
| Would you want me todo unto youwhat we doto you tooif what we dostill want to | |
| Everyday millions prayto all of your different namesshelter me from harmwhile your earthquakesmake tidal waveshurricanes will batterpeople 'till they starve | |
| Yet there is no eternal reasonthe war are wagedwomen rapedchildren in your very shapewere stripped and sold for porn | |
| I guess disease means lovethat's why you don't pickthem bodies upthe bodies that you made | |
| So what really is the answerpresume that it's your ownbecause | |
| I'm asking most politelyto the one who made it up | |
| Would you want me todo unto youwhat we doto you tooif what we dostill want to youwhat we do | |
| Why, Adonai? | |
| Turned aside | |
| So would you want me todo unto youwhat we do | |
| Would you want me todo unto youwhat we do | |
| Why, Adonai? | |
| Turn aside |