They say it's all within your reach,
In every word the preachers preach.
Faith wrapped up in silver lies,
Sold in bottles, sold in ties.
They tell you it's just one more step,
A leap of faith, a lifelong debt.
But is it faith that builds the walls,
Or the hands that hold the coin that falls?

Behind the screens, behind the smiles,
They lead you down the endless miles.
And in the pews, the prayers grow bold,
As dreams are auctioned, sold for gold.

The Prosperity Church is in the air,
It's in the words, it's everywhere.
But is it faith or just a scheme,
To turn your hopes into a dream?
You plant the seed, they take the ground,
And in your doubt, you're left spellbound.

The books, the tapes, the holy plan,
A whispered prayer, a helping hand.
They tell you that it's all your fault,
That heaven's locked in a private vault.
But who decides who holds the key,
And who gets lost in the endless sea?
Do we just fail for lack of hope,
Or are we climbing a slippery slope?

In every speech, in every song,
The truth gets bent, the line is long.
And through the years, the faithful stay,
But who was lucky, who just paid?

The Prosperity Church is in the air,
It's in the words, it's everywhere.
But is it faith or just a scheme,
To turn your hopes into a dream?
You plant the seed, they take the ground,
And in your doubt, you're left spellbound.

Is it belief that builds the throne,
Or fortune passed through blood and bone?
They never ask who paved the way,
For those who rise and those who pray.
The heirs of luck, they never speak,
Of those who work, of those who seek.

The Prosperity Church is in the air,
It's in the words, it's everywhere.
But is it faith or just a scheme,
To turn your hopes into a dream?
You plant the seed, they take the ground,
And in your doubt, you're left spellbound.

So question what they say you lack,
The truth is somewhere off the track.
Not every prayer leads to a crown,
And not every step lifts you from the ground.