The right words from the right people
The sweet taste of their approval
Admiring eyes of the worried ones
The slick smiles of the shallow

Keep your silver coins
They're worthless next to what you'll trade them for

The acclamation of the crowd
Begging for more tickling in their ears
Praying for me to bow down to
The temptation of the false prophets

Keep your silver coins
They're nothing when I feel His endless love

I know you dream of feasting on my bitterness
Dance in delight while I realize myself to death

Won't be sedated
By swallowing your bait
To want a pat on my back from some preacher
Instead of living out my faith

Keep your transient gold
I'll stick with my eternal, priceless pearl
Rather be despised down here
Than feel ashamed they day I leave

Leave me alone now
I will serve only One
Got no desire for a field of blood of my own

Rather be despised down here
Than feel ashamed the day I die