Idols

Sculptures made of gold and brass
Images made by human hands
Doesn't have life, doesn't have life

Time goes by and idols and by
It will not resolve your situation
Doesn't matter to bow, much less
To scream 'cause they won't hear you
Much less to help

Stone, clay, plaster or papper
Will not take to heaven
You still gonna loose
Following a piece of a tree

Don't fool yourself, don't fool yourself
In God we trust.