[Verse] Gold crosses shining under neon lights A preacher's smile that doesn't feel quite right Empty words they sell as holy advice Their pockets grow while you sacrifice [Chorus] Holy dollars rain from the skies Promises wrapped in a thousand lies Faith's for sale with a price so steep But they don't practice what they preach [Verse 2] Cathedrals built with your last dime A house of God or a temple of crime Their sermons echo with hollow sound Salvation's sold by the pound [Chorus] Holy dollars rain from the skies Promises wrapped in a thousand lies Faith's for sale with a price so steep But they don't practice what they preach [Bridge] They don't see the broken they don't hear the pain Only see the gold in the offering plate again Hallelujah’s just a chant to disguise the greed Turning faith into a want not a need [Verse 3] They wear the robe but they lost the soul Forgot the love that could make us whole They say His name but they don’t believe Just counting coins in the webs they weave