God's Crime

I don't know what vengeance is to corruption Nor what it is to sickness Nor what him doing wrong by all would ever lead to witness That all my life I've lived for sin was never worth the cause When all the time I did for him was all about the flaws And left me filling in for him when no one was around When all the time we lived for him could never be as sound That every time we did for him would never be the lound When all we ever did for him was subject to be bound And everything he called deceipt his price put on the crown That every way we knew deceipt was blasphemy on down