Just like God, he sometimes wants to create
And walk through a close door
On a tile of a lake, he doesn't want to get his feet wet
Just like God, he wants to reach eternity
Though he won't leave anything
He wants to be remembered, shines a portrait on a wall
Young God wants to divide and rule
Have such a great power to change day into night
To call evil good
So that for a while the world will adore him
For years he has been thought not to see people
Because he is no longer one of them
Perhaps he is some kind of an adopted son of God
He has a gift, with which he could serve the Lord
But he himself lives like the Lord
He judges himself, keeps a clear conscious
Young God wants to divide and rule
Have such a great power to change day into night
To call evil good
The world is afraid of him
Young God wants to divide and rule
Have such a great power to change day into night
To call evil good
That is really him
Young God wants to divide and rule
Have such a great power to change day into night
To call evil good
So that for a while the world will adore him