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