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