Give, and ye shall receive Just don’t forget who’s counting Gold cross on your chain, but your pockets shine more You pray with a card reader bolted to the door Selling heaven in a box set, autographed with grace But salvation’s just a product when you trademark faith Gods with dollar signs Preach to numbers, sell the lines Truth don’t pay like guilt in flames But you’re forgiven, once you pay You bless the rich, baptize the deal Perform your faith, make it feel real A sermon dressed in neon lights Say Amen while dodging rights Gods with dollar signs Preach to numbers, sell the lines Truth don’t pay like guilt in flames But you’re forgiven, once you pay You don’t want peace, just profit Hearts on fire, and you bought it Tell the poor to pray for bread While you feast on blood instead And still they cheer, and still they bow You speak for God, but who speaks now? This is not the voice of love This is the voice of margins Of tithes Of greed Of hands held out not to help, but to take You built your church on bleeding backs Now wear their ribs as artifacts No savior came to sign your brand You're just a thief with holy plans Gods with dollar signs Preach to fear, monetize Truth don’t trend, but shame still sells You own the gate, but not the hell