Lyrics

Only the good die young
Sad but true.
Evil invades the land
God’s purest are too few

The wicked live past their prime, living on my dime

Someday we’ll all know, when the funeral bell chimes

Shower the maker

I’ve contemplated why God is so hated.

A human filled with hate,
I smell the bitter irony of fate.

An empty soul birth, get down on your knees, shower the maker with your pleas.

Get down on your knees shower the maker with your pleas.

I’ve contemplated why God is so hated.

A human filled with hate,
I smell the bitter irony of fate.

Shower the maker

In a land of vanity
Is there any room for me
The wicked live, my soul to give for all humanity.