Naked Sunday

You're the fuel to the fire

You're the weapons of war

You're the irony of justice

And the father of law



I've been waiting for awhile to meet you

For the chance to shake your hand

To give you thanks for all the suffering you command

And when all is over and we return to dust

Who will be my judge and which one do I trust



You're the champion of sorrow

You're the love and the pain

You're the fighter of evil

Yet you're one in the same



I've been waiting for awhile to meet you

For the chance to shake your hand

To give you thanks for all the suffering you command

And when all is over and we return to dust

Who will be my judge and which one do I trust?




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