Holy Angst

Its me He wouldnt dare to smite The thought of Him keeps me up at night How does He know whats right Ill take Him on with spite Bow your head Stand up when he calls But later you dread When to my feet He falls I wonder why You raise your heads to the sky Its like youd rather die Than to testify You may think im possessed Or ive been touched by something dark But its His word thats been repressed By the riots you spark Call it anger Call it what you will But soon we ll have to pick the caliber For its the maker we must kill