Like a pair of pants you treat my creator Take Him off one day and put Him on another Like clock work you abuse the Savior Just wait till the right hand strikes at the right time Your faith is bipolar Charismatic or ruined based on your pleasure Why shoot yourself in the foot? For the very things you run from are the very things you desire The trials that you flee are the blessings that could be Your faith is bipolar Charismatic or ruined based on your pleasure Embrace God with your head in the clouds Cloud nine is the one that you're on, but as soon as it rains you're gone As soon as it rains you're gone Please stop playing teeter-totter on the cross of God Please stop playing teeter-totter on the cross of my savior And the confusion you've caused is not welcome