I, all I'm hearing is white noise All I'm feeling is salt in the wound I turned a corner got knocked out And the one holding the weight was You I saw the one loss coming But the others have left me in shock The mess and brokenness aren't surprising But I'm surprised You haven't said it's enough So who else am I supposed to be angry at? Who else, who? Who else am I supposed to be angry at? You're the the One who calls the shots I want to wrestle till I feel blessed Or at least until all this is renamed I know that You love me in my head But the tightness in my chest has something to say Who else am I supposed to be angry at? Who else, who? Who else am I supposed to be angry at? You're the One who calls the shots Who else am I supposed to be angry at? Who else, who? Who else am I supposed to be angry at? You're the One who calls the shots I don't want a band-aid It's so hard to even pray I don't want You to go away But I wish You would explain I wish You would explain Who else? Who else? Where do I go but to the One who called the shot? Who else am I supposed to be angry at? Who else am I supposed to be angry at? Who else am I supposed to be angry at? Who else, who? Who else am I supposed to be angry at? You're the One who calls the shots