Depois Disso

Hey, eh!
And after you’ve robbed everyone
Or rather, fooled all the believers
Poisoned every womb
Of those dependent and powerless
And I’m gonna have to be rude
Because for me, it’s not even moving
How faith drives people
And how hunger eats at us
I’m talking about people like us
If our faith were a business, you’d be the manager
Or better yet, you’d be the boss
If I have to use my card at church, I’m not a believer
Man, I’m a customer
And after that, do you eat well?
Tell me, do you sleep well after that?
While I pray, and think about our kids, I wonder why you don’t die well

Hey
And after you’ve robbed everyone
And become a millionaire, billionaire, trillionaire
You’ve got so much cash it doesn’t even fit in the dictionary
And now you have golden faucets
Diamond cups and plates
I look at you and wonder
Do you not bleed like you used to?
Do you not feel like you used to?
Did the money turn you into a mutant?
And if money doesn’t matter
I wonder: How do you feel so important?
Were you always like this or did you change?
I wonder: Do you know you have the ability to give a million to every person you robbed?