Walking through the chic and slick part of the city
In every corner I meet a beggar asking for money
For drugs or house building project in Romania
Someone sleeping outside
While girls in expensive suits passing by
Pretending their own importance is
More credible than the poor lier
On the street
We are all fakes
Looking for ways to convince the world
Of our God given right to exist
God does not mind
Absent on earth as well as heaven
Having find a new project
Somewhere else
Only the stones are left
For worship tonight
