If you had the upper hand No retribution,anything in command Would you be the hand that feeds Or ethnic cleanser, be the holy creed Crimes of passion or crimes of hate To whom do we owe this sadistic fate Living in darkness at a beckon call Would you pervert them or let them fall
There must be an answer There must be a reason The questions that we love to ask Forgive and call it treason
If you were god – could you refuse If you were god – would someone lose If you were god – would they have to choose If you were god – what would you do
In his likeness is what thay're taught His blood is spilled in worlds apart New disease, a new weapon found Religious slaughter on sacred ground
God is good, and you know I believe Why damn us all by mortal deeds Power that hand that can turn it all around Or let it remain the real battleground
One by one would you lead them down Take away the life they found Could you take them by the hand Lead them all to the promised land
One by one are you on his side Time will come when you decide Blood is shed, the millions cry Call it an angel on Judas' side?