Shangri-La

Well your friends are all wrong,
I've subscribed to what's right.
Because our world is filmed in black and white.
And a perfect god isn't colorblind.
So what makes you think you've earned his delight?

And the white live forever,
while the black dine in hell.
There's no doctor for the sick, so pray that you're well.
If you have any questions just follow the bells.
To the church where perfect people have a story to sell.

You see...

There's this god who wants you to work for what's yours.
And keep it out of the hands of the sick and the poor,
Who would stop their own hearts, just to decrease their chore.
And gods love is reserved for those who've earned more.

More money to throw loudly in the offering plate,
or use it buy flashy jesus displays.
(that scream) Thank god, I've got so much in my bank.
I made more than some countries and to christ i give thanks.

The value of the heart sinks to move to the ground,
pushing with a fervor that's probably found.
In the noise, the numbers and equations we drowned.
Beneath the city lights and the battlecry sound.

Oh America, who will weep for you, if you don't weep for yourself.
My eyes are as dry as anybody else.

"Blessed are the poor for theirs is the kingdom of heaven"
~Messiah.