Showbread - Sex With Strangers lyrics

Our ship is enveloped by the shadow Of the spaceship that's adrift overhead It cuts through the cosmos like we through the sea On solemn sails of stoic lead Soon will they descend on us like fissured masks of clouded j**els And I proclaim that I'm lord of myself and become the lord of fools The crowns that sing the song of sirens, drifting shadows in the deep Anticipating our arrival like eyes within its murky keep Do you have a hand in it? Is yours the only hand in it? Are we to believe there's really no evil, it's just made to look like it? Do you have a hand in it? Is yours the only hand in it? And I can't help but wonder if we were helpless to resist Is a God that is so sovereign also a God that takes no risks? I am haunted by the specter of possibilities escaping If what God does is always good and could happen no other way Then it would not be good if one less dies or if one more soul was saved If my actions are all orchestrated according to holy design Why is it that wars, gas chambers, and the raping of women are not divine? If the almighty forced our hands and lined us all up into place How can he then look upon this evil with contempt and turn away his face? Augustine wrote it in a book and dragged Calvin and Luther along Suffice it to say the wisest of wise can be so disastrously wrong