Hillsong of the Damned (feat. Jay Whalley)

Can’t put your finger upon, exactly what’s wrong but it makes you uneasy

Congregational waste, Contemporary faith and devotion completely

 

In temples of gold, the masses enroll in a stadium playground

Conservative youth ain’t a symbol of truth but it’s scoring a touchdown

 

A twenty-seven-piece band and a strobe light to prove you believe?

Take all your hopes & prayers, cause God don’t care

About your life behind a smoke machine

 

 I know that you need to rest. You deserve to be fed. Aren’t you tired of running?

And you deserve to be saved, God’s always there when you pray, but God costs money

 

“Today we’re offering miracles, now at a discounted rate”

I know you’re raising funds, to buy those guns

For your life behind the…..

 

“We’ve got an antique blueprint - The Fashion of the Christ,

Been doing it for centuries.

We’ve got investors, payment plans, and monthly fees

So why don’t you come right in, sit down, begin,

We don’t pay taxes on our smoke machines

Did they stop letting you go to Sunday school when you had first communion?

So take it away, it’s just house of trade that’s been built upon ruins.

 

I heard you had to remove the collection plate it’s such a shame,

You’ve got your hopes and prayers, but God don’t care

It’s all fun and games, to fear and shame,

You can’t counterfeit, your membership

Real churches don’t have smoke – you hide behind the smoke – A God behind a smoke machine