The Wrong One - The Crucified

You’re up in my face, spitting and screaming

Your composure is gone, gone away

Calling me «fool» the insults abounding

And you’re shocked to find my mind hasn’t changed

You say God’s for the weak, if he exists

To punish man for the wrongs he has done

You’re simply a hindrance to those who are seeking

But in the heat of your pride you have overlooked…

His love

How could you be so very wrong?

(can't stop thinking it’s true…)

How could you miss it all along?

The sucker… was you

Allow for that possibility

Like you would expect from me

Could the wrong one, could it be you?

Is God not what you assume?

You say, «don't stereotype, don’t generalize me, I alone represent myself.»

But it’s o.k.

for you to do that to me?

Could it be that you don’t know me quite that well?

You live double-standard, the law of convenience

Such as the right to freedom of speech

Name any religion — you’ll take the lecture

But you’ll pull the plug once Jesus Christ is preached?

«it's o.k.

to speak beliefs, as long as I agree

Cencorship is wrong — but only if you censor me

I’m open to the truth, accepting of change

But not if that means repentance because they’re really not the same.»

You’ve taken my God and attempted to turn him

Into something you know he is not

(place one lie here and another one there

And then you’ve got a god with whom you can find fault)

But the fact still remains, and the flowers still fade

God is true and forever more

If you would open your heart and honstly seek

He would open your eyes and you would know the truth