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? Find out more about Naked Sunday by clicking this link:
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