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