In this life Isearch and seek To find a God who thinks just like I think I've forced something inside of my head But this god I've made has left me feeling so dead What kind of god isn't just (What kind of god isn't) Would a king be a king if his wrath was merely dust You can find a god you seek, But a Holy God would never turn the other cheek A god who obeys you isn't a god at all It's a tower waiting to crumble I swear He's better I swear He's better I swear He's better I swear He's better I swear He's better I swear He's better I swear He's better A father who doesn't discipline Is one watching his kids Playing in their streets of sin A father who doesn't discipline Is one watching his kids Playing in their streets of sin You don't want Me for Me, You want Me for the gifts that I will bring Your joy is a lie that will be taken in the night You're a self-seeking man with your blood on your head You're alive to worship your King A father who doesn't discipline Is one watching his kids Playing in their streets of sin A father who doesn't discipline (A father who doesn't discipline) Is one watching his kids Playing in their streets of sin Calves will be melted down Towers will be forced to the ground Forced to the ground Forced to the ground