They are spending all your time explaining to our minds why we must believe it
There's a sign on the wall saying don't get it on and we must read and obbey it
We have to pray and have faith, stay at home and even see how these crazy people rule us
Tell hunger to wait for the right time to eat while death is making money

Look at the children in the living room, playing so happy, how to give them hope?
Tell your grandparents that the days they have left will be much happier
Walk the empty streets and try to be someone who believes in the future
Think of hospitals housing so many beds and people buying guns in the city

Your books in the basement with dust down to the floor waiting for you to read them
A new virus in the air, old illnesses won't stop and you begging for a job
Artists beg for money, in front of golden churches, while death is making money
Politicians thrive defending their beasts while the people die unhappy