Kiss the son, lest He be angry and you perish in the way
For His wrath is quickly kindled
His hand of restraint shall be lifted
We are under the curse of God
Land of decay and rot
We forsook Him long ago
Threw Him out of the public square
You can only spit in God's face for so long
Be He spits back
Your legislation mandates
Morality across the land
But what standard do you lean on?
What is your objective source?
You have none
Look all around you
Gaze at all the chaos
We turned our backs on God
Reaping what was sewn
You actually have nerve to ask Him
For His blessing of this land
While passing laws that
Scarring the imago dei
You can only spit in God's face for so long
Before He spits back
Do not dare ask Him
To bless this land
He grant repentance
Turmoil all around us
Violence in the streets
You point to others and say
They're to blame!
But I have to ask you
A very simple question
The further we get from God
Are things getting better?
You can only spit in God's face for so long
Before He spits back
