Careless consumerist consumption
Described as expensive taste
I take no account for nothing
It's a misappropriation of funds
Protect my ninety percent with my guns
My kingdom's built with the blood of slaves
Orphans, widows, and homeless graves
I sold their souls just to build my private mansion
Some people say that my time is coming
Kingdom come is the justice running
I'm a poor child, I'm a lost son
I refuse to give my love to anyone,
Because I love my Babylon
I am a slave, I was never free
I betrayed you for blood money
Oh I bought the world, all is vanity
Oh my Lord I'm your enemy
Come to me, and find your life
Children sing, Zion's in sight
I said don't trade your name for a serial number
Priceless lives were born from under graves
Say, my name ain't yours and yours is not mine
Mine is the Lord, and yours is my child
That's how it's always been
Give to the poor all that you own
Lose your life, so that you could find it
First will be last when the true world comes
Livin' like a humble fool to overcome
Zion's not built with hands
And in this place God will dwell with man
Sick be healed and cripples stand
My kingdom's built with the blood of my son
Selfless sacrifice for everyone
Faith, hope, love, and harmony
I said let this world know me by your love
Oh my child, daughters and sons
I made you in love to overcome
Free as a bird, my flowers in the sun
On your way to Mount Zion
All you slaves, be set free
Come on out child and come on home to me
We will dance, we will rejoice
If you can hear me then follow my voice