The Problem of Evil - To Kill A King

Preacher said fuck you God

I’m coming for you

It’s just one of those days when

You didn’t come through

The warrior preaches love

Blessings, they’re for all

This coffins way too small

Let me know

Your plans, so men could understand the things you don’t do

The preacher took off his coat,

Dragged a dark color from his throat,

Wrung his hands in despair,

Sparked his cigarette and smoked

Breathing fire, spitting fumes

On every word he choked

If upon this beach we walked

And you carried me when I was lost

And oh Lord let me be

'Cause I’m struggling to see

The plan and your majesty

Let me know

Your plans, so men could understand the things you don’t do

For doubt has grown in me

For doubt has grown in me