render unto Caesar things that are Caesar's
render unto God things that are God's
I'm sender, you're receiver, words echo like a reverb
makin' heads nod like Scheherazade
I'm tellin' you a story that must be told
about sellin' out for glory and lust and gold
see, Mammon's the daemon who damns you to dreamin'
of wealth and temptation—unhealthy sensations
but Mammon in Heaven couldn't see past his feet
'cuz they got gold set in beneath on the streets
our souls we are losin' to golden illusions
we're lost in the frost and cold and confusion
but trust the Divine, uncorrupted in mind
leave your lust to gather dust and with justice align
praise the Beneficent—Heaven, we're livin' this
whenever we give reverence, love, and forgivëness
we ain't motivated by future reward
we birth God on earth so that truth is restored
understand the eternal, forsake all your fear
bring your hand to ya sternum and say, "God is HERE."