For when you look at the ceiling, or down at the floor, when the trouble's before you, you're begging for more.

I wonder what God must have thought then / When He saw the work of Cain's hand / That the first baby born on the planet / Grew up to kill the third man.

Determining dreams is the business of God, But He might let me know what it means, what you saw.

And He knew him, imagine, To be known, spoken of, By the creator of everything That rule from above.

I am not God, and I am not judge. Your fate is your own And you need not to budge.