Two thousand years have gone nothing is changing
God does not sing our song as we keep aging
Wisdom in golden frames, secretly writings
Preachers keep talking, good at advising
Feeding us phrases of hope
So many dying, following leaders
Watching the planet explode
Calling on God in which ever perception
Claiming their cause in a willful deception
Talking so much about being like brothers
Preachers keep talking, good at advising
Feeding us phrases of hope
So many dying, following leaders
Watching the planet explode
