(Verse 1) Suitcase packed in a crowded room They're knocking loud on the glass and gloom Got a contract rolled up neat and tight Promising stars in an artificial light They want a signature, they want a sound They want to pin the spirit to the ground Checking the boxes, setting the price Trying to buy up a sacrifice (Chorus) I don’t have time to serve you and God Walking a line that is straight and broad You want a product, you want a brand I’m just an instrument in a greater hand If you like what rings from these old strings Take it or leave it, whatever it brings Keep your silver, keep your control You can't lease out what belongs to the Whole (Bridge) Every coin that crosses the palm Turns into fuel to reset the psalm Mending the fractures, breaking the loop Lifting the weary out of the stoop Restoring the garden, clearing the stone Giving the children a path back home You can buy the echo, you can buy the song But the frequency knows where the soul belongs
