[Musical Introduction] [Music Build Up] [Verse 1] We see people living on the streets As we glide past glass and chrome Windows up, the guilt stays quiet Leather seats feel just like home We nod along to broken sermons While the engine hums amen Everybody’s saved on paper Nobody gets helped again [Pre-Chorus] Coins don’t clink, they disappear Between the cup and conscience We slow down just enough to stare Then speed past all the consequences [Chorus] We buried God behind the mall Under concrete, neon lights Built a shrine out of credit cards Prayed it wouldn’t ask us why We buried God behind the mall So we don’t have to feel at all [Verse 2] Mom’s working two jobs, back bent thin Still tells me “be grateful, behave” Then they ask her to give Sunday morning What they never gave her to save Hands out, choir singing softly Pass the basket, bow your head Faith costs extra, pay it weekly Hope’s on sale, regrets instead [Musical Interlude] [Music Solo] [Pre-Chorus] They say “God helps those who help themselves” But she’s already breaking If heaven’s real, it’s out of reach For the ones doing all the praying [Chorus] We buried God behind the mall Next to dreams we couldn’t afford Sang hymns through a speaker system While the locks went on the doors We buried God behind the mall And called it progress, called it law [Bridge - quieter, then explode] If God’s still breathing under there He’s choking on the sale signs Red letters faded into dust Return policy: no time No miracles, no second chance Just fluorescent holy light Salvation’s closed on weekdays Open late on Friday nights [Final Chorus - heavier] We buried God behind the mall Paved Him flat, put up a sign “Everything you need is here” Except a way to sleep at night We buried God behind the mall And wonder why it feels so hollow. [Musical Ending] [Fade Out] [End]
