She walks in prayers made of gold leaf Tongue like silk and eyes that preach Every word a woven chain Wrapped around the ones who kneel She lights her name in quiet fire Every smile is built to hire Hands so clean They never touch But everything burns just enough Gold in her halo Rust in her hands Hearts for sale In promised lands She sings of peace But hums demand She never steals She collects She never lies She reflects Even mercy pays the rent She feeds the poor to feed her name Painted saints to hide the flame And when your roof starts leaking faith She'll bless the hole and take the rain When love runs dry, she'll sell the drought And call it grace you can't live without Gold in her halo Rust in her hands Walls of praise Built on sand The louder she smiles The smaller we stand Gold in her halo Rust in her hands Hearts for sale In promised lands She sings of peace But hums demand