God's Love — Bad Religion

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 there's no ?above? There's no justice Just a cause and a cure And a bounty of suffering It seems we all endure And what I'm frightened of Is that they call it ?God's love?

Twisted torment, make-believe There's a truth and we all submit ?Believe my eyes,? my brain replies To all that they interpret

Chorus

I know there's no reason for alarm But who needs perspective when it comes to pain and harm We can change our minds; there's a better prize

But first you've got to?

Chorus

They call it God's love My pain is God's love