Heartless money ravages the soul,
Depleting lives upon this very soil,
As the gears turn, the rust flakes,
Removing my life from the machinery,
Intrepid design coils my hands,
Rendering my work for godless lands,
And fall I must as my heart turns to rust,
For the invested travesty continues on,
Paper is better than a starving table,
As long as the gears turn then who cares about the fable...
For a gospel based on work cares little for faith,
Of hope and love and timeless things,
This is a beast that consumes all,
Caring little for those of us at home,
But even gold turns to rust,
Paper burns as well as us.
So go ahead and fire me,
Terminate me for all the world to see,
You'll do it quietly so not to make a martyr outta me,
Ruined beyond compare I am disabled,
My life counts as nothing if I can't eat,
Might as well join Africa where my eyes can see.
I am not disillusioned...
How am I supposed to care about national security when eternal security lies in the one who died for me!?
How am I to be professional when I've put my personal life on the table?
Compassion is power, not money...
And I will do what I can to love my enemy.
He is my neighbor!!!!
I come in third, not in second!
My love for the Lord enables me for service!
The customer is always right,
And humility removes my pride.
I don't care that you see my kindness as a flirt,
Because honestly... As far as OCD goes, I'd rather flirt with everybody if it meant keeping my edge,
For who I am matters more than a friend.
The deeds I do, that's on me,
And trust is more about you than me.
Respect is given... Not earned.
And in this day and age, respect should be a gift, not a wage,
So beg of you, grow up... And help your fellow man.
Because in the end,
When all is said and done,
Remember this well,
Love will destabilize the establishment.
Depleting lives upon this very soil,
As the gears turn, the rust flakes,
Removing my life from the machinery,
Intrepid design coils my hands,
Rendering my work for godless lands,
And fall I must as my heart turns to rust,
For the invested travesty continues on,
Paper is better than a starving table,
As long as the gears turn then who cares about the fable...
For a gospel based on work cares little for faith,
Of hope and love and timeless things,
This is a beast that consumes all,
Caring little for those of us at home,
But even gold turns to rust,
Paper burns as well as us.
So go ahead and fire me,
Terminate me for all the world to see,
You'll do it quietly so not to make a martyr outta me,
Ruined beyond compare I am disabled,
My life counts as nothing if I can't eat,
Might as well join Africa where my eyes can see.
I am not disillusioned...
How am I supposed to care about national security when eternal security lies in the one who died for me!?
How am I to be professional when I've put my personal life on the table?
Compassion is power, not money...
And I will do what I can to love my enemy.
He is my neighbor!!!!
I come in third, not in second!
My love for the Lord enables me for service!
The customer is always right,
And humility removes my pride.
I don't care that you see my kindness as a flirt,
Because honestly... As far as OCD goes, I'd rather flirt with everybody if it meant keeping my edge,
For who I am matters more than a friend.
The deeds I do, that's on me,
And trust is more about you than me.
Respect is given... Not earned.
And in this day and age, respect should be a gift, not a wage,
So beg of you, grow up... And help your fellow man.
Because in the end,
When all is said and done,
Remember this well,
Love will destabilize the establishment.