Our New Heaven
pray for profits
crosses with no meaning
buy them 3 for 19.99 it saves you makes you
into who you really want to
buildings burning
people die so you
can sell flags sell their lives but
how could money be so numbing
blind our hearts forgetting how to feel
but I hope it's not too late
and I hope it's not our fate
money robs creativity
paper churches paper buildings
paper talks to all those willing
contracts back stabs prada handbags
sucks us in and changes everything
What you've taken can never be replaced and
they're hearts are cold and shaking
it's gone on far too long