Lyrics

Truth is Old Economy

Tell me who He would hate
Tell me who He would kill
You're throwing stones
Killing your own
To justify how you feel

Show them how He would love
Imperfect as that may seem
Life is too precious to be
Aligned with any party

But with One hand on your heart
Another on a cross
You can't serve two masters
And it's clear to me, who's lost

The Body's dying growing cold
But I have Hope in resurrection.

The Truth is old economy
They sell what you want to hear
Confirmation bias is a bitch
Making profits off your fears

The Body's dying growing cold
But I have Hope in resurrection.

Love condemns our swords
Love propels us toward the poor
Love opens arms for refugees
Love even loves our enemies

But Truth is old economy
We're living in the age of spin
Tell me, where does faith lead you
When it’s in the hearts of men?