We're all converts to the new faith
The new church of commerce
Neither saints nor salesmen but somewhere in between
And we're dying as apostles
To this the more tangible gospel
But come payday we shall be redeemed

We're self serving in our mission
Using hand written ammunition
To obtain for us this day our daily bread
And we shall be fed

It appears that there's pieces missing
What are we working for?

Save your holy benediction
For the ones who share your vision
Ive played martyr to a faith I never knew
We're surrounded by the teachings
Of prophets no longer breathing
And a second thought was never looked into
And I'm through

We've been baptized in credit
The eventual fate of the blessed
For now we're nothing more than what we owe
And it shows

It appears that there's something missing
What are we working for?

Brace your holy institutions
Your supposedly fail-safe solutions
Protect your investment until she wakes and leaves
Buildings crumble, money burns
Who's accounting for what you have earned?
Only fools put faith in that which burns
You make it look so easy