Lyric 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 in the same

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?