They parade wearing ornaments of disgrace Hiding their faith behind golden gates A city of wealth in a world that is broken Soaking their crosses and robes in the finest of gold Soaking their bodies from their heads to their toes God for profit Streets of gold God for profit A city of wealth in a world that is broken Soaking their crosses and robes in the finest of gold Soaking their bodies, heads to their toes Obsessed with death Cross on the neck God for profit Streets of gold Pointing the people up in to the empty skies But they don’t know that they donate to baskets of lies Invisible divinity that is sustained by human currency They constantly fall for the guise God for profit Streets of gold They parade wearing ornaments of disgrace Hiding their faces behind golden gates God for profit Streets of gold God for profit A city of wealth in a world that is broken Soaking their crosses and robes in the finest of gold Soaking their bodies, heads to their toes God for profitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
