God’s truth doesn’t leave me dry; I put it right in your face,
You push it away for concept, then gather what remains.
If I told you it was the end of the world, would you change your ways?
If I told you it was the end of the world, would you change your ways?
When the sun is gone, the day is done,
You’re pasted in a book of despondency,
Hopelessness, digest your will to live within your mind of despair.
If I told you it was the end of the world, would you change your ways?
If I told you it was the end of the world, would you change your ways?
Where do you think you’re going now?
Spinning on this little ball,
If this footstool is your heaven, better hope this rock don’t fall.
God’s truth doesn’t leave me dry.
If I told you it was the end of the world, would you change your ways?
If I told you it was the end of the world, would you change your ways?
If I told you it was the end of the world, would you change your ways?
Would you change your ways?
If I told you it was the end of the world, would you change your ways?
Would you change your ways?
If I told you it was the end of the world, would you change your ways?
Would you change your ways?
If I told you it was the end of the world…
