Lyrics: 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?

Angst...

You're the champion of sorrow
You're the love and the pain
You're the fighter of evil
Yet you're one and the same

Been waiting 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?

Angst...