You don't know your father
You don't know your mother
You don't know your name
You only know your face
Tell me, what did they do to you?
Just what will do with this life now?
Do you think it's already too late?
Don't you think this world is turning for you?
God is merciless
if contemplated from out of the dark
but he's coming after the lights
God is enigmatic
if contemplated from out of the dark
but surely he wants to see you again sometime
Indeed you don't know your way yet
but from somewhere shines a light
you're traveling rough roads
you feel the reason, although you can't name it
He has contrived that
the lost son has the last laugh
God is merciless
if contemplated from out of the dark
but he's coming after the lights
God is enigmatic
if contemplated from out of the dark
but surely he wants to see you again at sometime
The tender love belongs to the mother
In the motherly comfort and care
the inner and outer injuries heal
Admiration and respect belong to the father
The father's clear, wide view on the occurrences of the world
make him for adolescent children
the pinnacle of authority
Forsaken children easily become wild
God is merciless
if contemplated from out of the dark
but he's coming after the lights
God is enigmatic
if contemplated from out of the dark
but surely he wants to see you again at sometime
God is merciless
if contemplated from out of the dark
but he's coming after the lights
God is enigmatic
if contemplated from out of the dark
but surely he wants to see you again at sometime