Our ship is enveloped by the shadow
of the spaceship that’s adrift overhead
It cuts through the cosmos like we through the sea
On solemn sails of stoic lead
Soon will they descend on us
like fissured masks of clouded jewels
and I proclaim that I’m lord of myself
and become the lord of fools
The crowns that sing the song of sirens,
Drifting shadows in the deep
Anticipating our arrival
like eyes within it’s murky keep

Do you have a hand in it?
Is yours the only hand in it?
Are we to believe there’s really no evil,
it’s just made to look like it?
Do you have a hand in it?
Is yours the only hand in it?

And I can’t help but wonder
if we were helpless to resist
Is a god that is so sovereign
also a god that takes no risks?
I am haunted by the specter of possibilities escaping
If what God does is always good
and could happen no other way
Then it would not be good if one less died
or if one more soul was saved

If my actions are all orchestrated
according to holy design
Why is it that wars, gas chambers and
the raping of women are not divine?
If the Almighty forced our hands
and lined us all up into place
How can he then look upon this evil with contempt
and turn away his face?
Augustine wrote it in a book
and dragged Calvin and Luther along
Suffice it to say that the wisest of wise
can be so disastrously wrong


Lyrics submitted by ChipperSpiff

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