The Cost

They sold God too expensive 
Now I can't afford my blessings
Now I am the fear between the night and home 
The angel between heaven and going to work again 
It is easy when you become the answer to their prayers
Dead people can't fight back 
Dead people can't say that 
I stole from God to pay the pope 
Because they sold him too expensive 
And I can't offer my suffering
I can't offer nothing 
I can't pray without sacrifice 
I am Abraham and you are the kid 
Except God isn't testing me 
I see it through; I need the faith 
It's rough for you but death is sane 
So I steal your life; I steal your time 
I give it to God 
With an open heart and open hands 
I can't be cain , can't be cursed 
I kill the best and you did so well
I see your Benz , I see your coat 
I would have killed the pauper 
But God don't like easy 
I saw the cost and you paid the price 
They sold God too expensive 
I needed him in my home 
Rest In peace They will miss you when you gone

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