[Intro] • Let’s play a game... • Where do you think we are? [Verse 1] • A whole generation that hasn't seen war, • With natural riches from mountain to shore. • We’re selling our surplus for all that is new, • With plenty for many and more for the few. • You'd bet on a city where modern winds blow, • But it’s near Samaria, a long time ago. [Chorus] • A sickness of affluence, blinded by gold, • It’s Affluenza, the greed taking hold. • We’re building our kingdom on shifting white sand, • When gifts of salvation slip out of our hand. [Verse 2] • Old Amos is standing in Jeroboam’s gate, • To warn of the cracks in the walls of the state. • We’re counting the silver and piling it deep, • While the promises made are the ones we don't keep. • We’re feasting on lambs and ignoring the stain, • While the heart of the country is down in the drain. [Chorus] • A sickness of affluence, blinded by gold, • It’s Affluenza, the greed taking hold. • We’re building our kingdom on shifting white sand, • When gifts of salvation slip out of our hand. [Instrumental] [Verse 3] • Now we’ve got the house and the big-screen display, • Watching the world as it's falling away. • We’re boasting of status and hoarding the gold, • While buying the story that we’ve already sold. • Our soul in a fever that’s burning for more, • Forgetting the King who is right at the door. [Bridge] • You’re playing with baubles and toys in the sand, • Ignoring the Kingdom that’s right here at hand. • Why gain the whole world just to lose your own soul? • Let the light of His mercy return you to whole. • So take this condition, the greed and the stain, • And mould me to love with Your heart once again. [Final Chorus] • A sickness of affluence, blinded by gold, • It’s Affluenza, the greed taking hold. • We’re building our kingdom on shifting white sand, • When gifts of salvation slip out of our hand. [Outro] Change my heart oh God … Make it ever true … Change my heart oh God … May I be like You.
