Filthy Lucre 歌詞

In the shadows of the city Where the lights deceive the night There's a hunger never sated A thirst that blinds the sight Chasing gold and fleeting treasures, running after empty dreams But in the end, they're left with nothing Lost in hollow schemes Oh, the lies that wealth can tell Binding souls within their spell Filthy lucre, chains of gold Binding senses, taking hold Filthy lucre, chains of gold Wound your conscience, stain your soul In the darkness, hearts grow cold Filthy lucre, lose your hold! They build their towers high and mighty On the backs of those in need Never seeing, never caring Blinded by their endless greed But the riches of this world Cannot save a dying soul Only Christ can bring redemption Only He can make us whole Oh, the lies that wealth can tell Binding souls within their spell Filthy lucre, chains of gold Binding senses, taking hold In the darkness hearts grow cold In the end, the lies unfold And the riches of this world Cannot save a dying soul Only Christ can bring redemption They build their towers high and mighty On the backs of those in need Never seeing, never caring Blinded by their endless greed But the riches of this world Cannot save a dying soul Only Christ can bring redemption Only He can make us whole Filthy lucre, chains of gold Binding senses, taking hold Filthy lucre, chains of gold Wound your conscience, stain your soul In the darkness, hearts grow cold Only Christ can save your soul In His love, we find our goal Filthy lucre, lose your hold! Filthy lucre, lose your hold!