UnWorthy, Searching Serenity - The Root Of All Evil Lyrics

Your gold won't buy your way into heaven
Doesn't matter what you say or do
You'll burn in hell with those that you've misled
Depart from me, I never knew you
You ask for money in exchange for miracles
Prayers and healings to meet every need
You may say your motive is love and God
But your possessions suggest that it's greed
We're not going to stay silent anymore
This may be church, but we will be loud
Like Jesus flipping over the money tables
We will kick every single hypocrite out
We will kick every single hypocrite out
We will kick every single hypocrite out
Your gold won't buy your way into heaven
Doesn't matter what you say or do
You'll burn in hell with those that you've misled
Depart from me, I never knew you
You're nothing but a Pharisee
So we pronounce woe to thee
You say you're the cure for the world
But you are really the spiritual disease
You're nothing but a Pharisee
Pharisee
Your church gets thousands of letters
Which you promptly dump in the trash
Neglected prayers and pockets full of cash
Depart from me
I never knew you
Depart from me
I never knew you
You're nothing but a Pharisee
So we pronounce woe to thee

Your gold won't buy your way into heaven
Doesn't matter what you say or do
You'll burn in hell with those that you've misled
Depart from me, I never knew you
You ask for money in exchange for miracles
Prayers and healings to meet every need
You may say your motive is love and God
But your possessions suggest that it's greed
We're not going to stay silent anymore
This may be church, but we will be loud
Like Jesus flipping over the money tables
We will kick every single hypocrite out
We will kick every single hypocrite out
We will kick every single hypocrite out
Your gold won't buy your way into heaven
Doesn't matter what you say or do
You'll burn in hell with those that you've misled
Depart from me, I never knew you
You're nothing but a Pharisee
So we pronounce woe to thee
You say you're the cure for the world
But you are really the spiritual disease
You're nothing but a Pharisee
Pharisee
Your church gets thousands of letters
Which you promptly dump in the trash
Neglected prayers and pockets full of cash
Depart from me
I never knew you
Depart from me
I never knew you
You're nothing but a Pharisee
So we pronounce woe to thee