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