Adonai, Eli, lama sabachthani
Ever since the dawning age
All our very lives were shaped
And worshiped to our Lord
Well, Heaven helped, heaven held
Heaven's help just helped themselves
To what the hell they want
Until we reach the age of reason
If God is here, and God is love
Was he there, where I got touched?
While I was calling out his name?
I call it real tough love
'Less you love to pick your bodies up
And tow them to the grave
Although, it really isn't likely
That you exist at all
I'm asking most politely
To the one who made it all
Would you
Want me to?
Do unto you?
What we do?
To you, too?
If what we do?
Is do unto...?
Everyday, billions pray
To all of your different names
Shelter me from harm
While your earthquakes, make tidal waves
Hurricanes will batter people, 'til they starve
Yet, there is no eternal reason
The wars are waged, women, raped
Children, in your very shape
Stripped and sold, for porn
I guess, disease means love
That's why you don't pick them bodies up
The bodies that you made
So, what really is the answer?
Presume that it's your own
Because, I'm asking, most politely
To the one who made it up
Would you
Want me to?
Do unto you?
What we do?
To you, too?
If what we do?
Is do unto you?
Oh, what we do?
Oh, why, Adonai?
Turned aside
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So, would you
Want me to?
Do unto you?
What we do?
Would you?
Want me to?
Do unto you?
Oh, what we do?
Oh, why, Adonai?
Turn aside