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You say, "give the people freedom."
I hear a wicked voice...
Playing on the blood of babies
Swallowed up by a Mother's choice
You say that God's in control
Well He must be the one to blame...
Could it be that all your freedom
Causes someone else's pain?

I ask of you...
I ask of you...

Should He stop the bullets, when you have fired the gun?
Should He blow out the flame of desire?
Should He stand up on your freedom, and cut out your tongue?
Should He throw out the rules of right and wrong?

I ask of you...
I ask of you...

It's not wrong to ask the questions
If we would wait to hear His voice
But we hate the dreaded silence
And we're deafened by the noise

He doesn't need me to defend Him
Though you seem to think He does
Have you ever felt His anger?
Have you ever felt His love?

I ask of you...
I ask of you...

Should He stop the bullets, when you have fired the gun?
Should He blow out the flame of desire?
Should he stand up on your freedom, and cut out your tongue?
Should He throw out the rules of right and wrong?

I ask of you...
I ask of you...

If the Earth, she is your Mother,
Then her tears are for her own
They've forgotten their dear Father
And the kindness He has shown

So shake your fist at Heaven
And turn your back and walk away
Will you stop to reconsider
Were you the first to disobey?

I ask of you...
I ask of you...

Should He stop the bullets, when you have fired the gun?
Should He blow out the flame of desire?
Should He stand up on your freedom, and cut out your tongue?
Should He throw out the rules of right and wrong?

Should He stop the bullets, when you have fired the gun?
Should He blow out the flame of desire?
Should He stand up for your freedom, and cut out your wicked, wicked tongue?
Should He throw out the rules of right and wrong?

Should He stand up on your freedom?

I ask of you...
I ask of you...

Waiting for an answer...
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Lyrics submitted by Patrick Hanson.