While the Christmas lit bells are ringing
See the old and the poor that are dying there
They can't help themselves
They are doomed here
Unless all of us change
What we thought was fair
There comes a man, with a thousand lights
He's got a plan, to reach a thousand lights
Take a moment to think what he's saying
That they are the right, so we must be wrong
If we can't help ourselves, then we're helpless
More taxes to pay for those helping hands
So, he thinks that he knows about caring
Like the church of the Dark Age, paying for our sins
Wasting our work for those miracle lines
Where are your thousand lights?
There are millions of us saying alright
Let us pay you in green, so our hearts stay clean
We are tired and confused, we are brainwashed
Just don't tell us we're heartless human beings
Don't you think that we know about caring?
Like the church of the New Age
Washing all our sins
Wasting their time with those miracle lines
We are your thousand lights