[Intro - Female Whisper, Piano, Violin] They said the end would arrive in a flame, But the hungry knew the fire before it had a name. A small hand reached up from the cold concrete floor, And Heaven heard the child we chose to ignore. [Verse 1 - Male Rap, Sparse 808, Triplets] Gold gates, cold plates, rain rips through the night, Silk suits, slick truths, city soaked in neon light. Glass towers glitter while the gutter waters flow, A mother makes a meal from the crumbs that we throw. Big screens beam dreams, bright billboards bloom, A boy blows on blue hands in a crowded waiting room. Pulpits preach peace with a polished, perfect grace, Then they pass a mother pleading, can't look her in the face. Bread in the bins, beds sitting bare, We had plenty to spare and pretended none was there. Built a machine that could mimic a mind, Couldn't muster the meaning of 'leave none behind.' Then the sky split wide, every steeple shook its door, And the Judge asked one question: 'What was all that worship for?' [Pre-Chorus - Female Soul, Strings, Trumpet Rise] He didn't ask how high we soared, He asked who shivered by our doors. The violins fell silent; one silver trumpet roared: 'Who did you shelter when the starving needed more?' [Chorus - Female Belt, Gospel Choir, Massive EDM Drop] GOD POINTED AT THE POOR — WHAT WAS ALL YOUR PRAYING FOR? YOU SANG ABOUT MY HEAVEN WHILE THEY SLEPT OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR. GOD POINTED AT THE CAGES, AT THE CALVES WE WOULDN'T FREE: 'YOU MADE A HELL OF THEIR WHOLE LIVES, THEN ASKED FOR HEAVEN FROM ME.' WHEN THE TRUMPET TORE THE THUNDER, EVERY TOWER SHOOK THE GROUND, EVERY CROWN BECAME A QUESTION, EVERY COIN A HOLLOW SOUND. YOU KEPT BEGGING ME FOR HEAVEN, BUILT A HELL BENEATH YOUR FEET; I WAS THERE BESIDE THE STARVING ON YOUR COLD CONCRETE STREET. [Post-Chorus - Children's Choir, Piano, Trumpet] (God pointed at the poor) At the poor, at the poor, (We kept asking Him for more) While they shivered by the door. What was all our worship for? God pointed at the poor. [Verse 2 - Male Fast Rap, Violin, Heavy 808] Steel stalls, still walls, blue fluorescent light, A calf calls for her mother through the middle of the night. Pigs press pale noses where the iron bars divide, We made a market out of misery and called it 'supply.' Feathers fall, fans spin, no field, no sky, A bird beats folded wings though she was never free to fly. Prices, packages, polished plastic on a plate, We shrink a living lifetime to a label and a date. Cold calculations, compassion cast aside, We called it commerce, kept our conscience locked inside. No witness, no whisper, no window, no sun, Yet every life is living when the ledger says 'done.' We call the world cruel, shrug shoulders, shut doors, Then ask a God of mercy why He isn't giving more. But the trumpet had a tremor, and the heavens held their breath, When He pointed at the pens and asked whose comfort cost their death. [Pre-Chorus - Female Soul, Strings, Trumpet Answer] He didn't ask what we could buy, He asked which cries we'd passed nearby. The trumpet cut the clouds; the violins replied: 'What kind of love looks right at pain and walks on by?' [Chorus - Female Belt, Orchestra, Gospel Choir, EDM Drop] GOD POINTED AT THE POOR — WHAT WAS ALL YOUR PRAYING FOR? YOU SANG ABOUT MY HEAVEN WHILE THEY SLEPT OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR. GOD POINTED AT THE CAGES, AT THE CALVES WE WOULDN'T FREE: 'YOU MADE A HELL OF THEIR WHOLE LIVES, THEN ASKED FOR HEAVEN FROM ME.' [Bridge - Bare Piano, Female Judge, Male Humanity] [Female - Soft] Where were you when the children cried? [Male - Broken] We counted coins and closed our eyes. [Female - Soft] Where were you when the creatures screamed? [Male - Broken] We buried truth beneath our dreams. [Female - Rising] I asked for bread; you offered blame. [Male - Broken] We feared the poor but praised Your name. [Female - Belt] I asked for love; you locked the door. [Both - Choir Joins] And still we prayed for something more. [Breakdown - Spoken Female, Piano Stops, Distant Choir] All your kings, your courts, your crowns, Couldn't keep the judgment down. Not the gold, not the score— God pointed at the poor. [Final Chorus - Female High Belt, Orchestra, Trumpets, 808 Drop] GOD POINTED AT THE POOR — WHAT WAS ALL YOUR PRAYING FOR? YOU SANG ABOUT MY HEAVEN WHILE THEY SLEPT OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR. GOD POINTED AT THE CAGES, AT THE CALVES WE WOULDN'T FREE: 'YOU MADE A HELL OF THEIR WHOLE LIVES, THEN ASKED FOR HEAVEN FROM ME.' WHEN THE TRUMPET TORE THE THUNDER, EVERY TOWER SHOOK THE GROUND, EVERY CROWN BECAME A QUESTION, EVERY COIN A HOLLOW SOUND. THE GATES OF HELL SWUNG OPEN; WE FELL KNEELING ON THE FLOOR, AND HE ASKED US ONE LAST QUESTION: 'WHAT WAS ALL THAT WORSHIP FOR?' [Outro - Female Whisper, Piano, Distant Trumpet] The skies went still; no silver, no gold, Just a child and a calf in the bitter, biting cold. One hand pointed toward the lives we'd left outside the door... And God pointed at the poor. [End]
