All Saints
Jeremiah Zimmerman, Joshua Zimmerman
I ain't no demon, Lord
Oh look to me, please
Good men are suffering
With the evil at ease
And millions of innocents are born to disease
Oh where is our solace, Lord
Oh Lord, answer me
I look to your people, Lord
But they're being cruel
They sleep with the criminals
That they aim to recruit
And they raise in their stadiums
A poisonous brood
I think they would crucify
Someone like you
One day, will this be over
Will this be over
Will this be over
One day, will this be over
Will this be over
Will this be over
One day, will this be over
Will this be over
Will this be over
I ain't no demon, Lord
But neither are you