Donâ"š¬â"ž¢t want to hear it anymore
Same old stuff Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ve heard before
Whatâ"š¬â"ž¢s the point in serving God
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m so glad you asked
If your mother had cancer
Or someone raped your sister
Or you die in disaster
Tell me who do you turn to now
Could you help yourself
Could you save yourself
Who do you turn to now
Jesus, God break us, God change us,
for we are a people of hardened hearts and unclean lips
Donâ"š¬â"ž¢t want to be scared to believe
Fire of hell Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ll never see
Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s all just a fairy tale
Well I hope youâ"š¬â"ž¢re right and Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m wrong
Separated forever from the hand of a savior
Thereâ"š¬â"ž¢s no one to help you there
Tell me who do you turn to now