Versuri Bad Religion - God's Love

Striking at mental apparitions
Like a drunk on a vacant street
Silently beset by the hands of time
Indelicate in its fury
An aberrant crack as skeletons yield
To unrelenting gravity
While viruses prowl for helpless victims
Who succumb rapidly

(Tell me!) Tell me; where is the love?
In a careless creation
When theres no above
Theres no justice
Just a cause and a cure
And a bounty of suffering
It seems we all endure
And what Im frightened of
Is that they call it Gods love

Twisted torment, make-believe
Theres a truth and we all submit
Believe my eyes, my brain complies
To all that they interpret