God Does Not Sing Our Song

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