They tell me I can be whatever I choose
That a man can become a woman,
That flesh can defy the hands of its Maker,
That truth is no longer truth but mere opinion.
Lies! Deception! Blasphemy!
Has the creation risen above the Creator?
Shall the clay rebuke the Potter,
Claiming He has made a mistake?
Oh, foolish generation, drowning in pride,
You shake your fists at heaven,
......
They tell me I can be whatever I choose
That a man can become a woman,
That flesh can defy the hands of its Maker,
That truth is no longer truth but mere opinion.
Lies! Deception! Blasphemy!
Has the creation risen above the Creator?
Shall the clay rebuke the Potter,
Claiming He has made a mistake?
Oh, foolish generation, drowning in pride,
You shake your fists at heaven,
......