Adonai

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