Can’t put your finger upon, exactly what’s wrong but it makes you uneasy
Congregational waste, Contemporary faith and devotion completely
In temples of gold, the masses enrol in a stadium playground
Conservative youth ain’t a symbol of truth but it’s scoring a touchdown
A twenty-seven-piece band and a strobe light to prove you believe?
Take all your hopes & prayers, cause God don’t care
About your life behind a smoke machine
I know that you need to rest. You deserve to be fed. Aren’t you tired of running?
And you deserve to be saved, God’s always there when you pray, but God costs money
“Today we’re offering miracles, now at a discounted rate”
I know you’re raising funds, to buy those guns
For your life behind the…..
“We’ve got an antique blueprint - The Fashion of the Christ,
Been doing it for centuries.
We’ve got investors, payment plans, and monthly fees
So why don’t you come right in, sit down, begin,
We don’t pay taxes on our smoke machines
Did they stop letting you go to Sunday school when you had first communion?
So take it away, it’s just house of trade that’s been built upon ruins.
I heard you had to remove the collection plate it’s such a shame,
You’ve got your hopes and prayers, but God don’t care
It’s all fun and games, to fear and shame,
You can’t counterfeit, your membership
Real churches don’t have smoke – you hide behind the smoke – A God behind a smoke machine
supported by 20 fans who also own “Hillsong Of The Damned”
I love it. Have to agree with still bummed: this packs an emotional punch but rocks hard. I've played this whole album repeatedly over the last week which is unusual for me. Exhilarating, poignant, intelligent, melodic. Robin Ward