Neon god of concrete cities

He lures you indoors where you feel warm
But your soul grows cold so far from Him
They try to steal you away from promises
By promising you happiness in their house
Bright colours draw pictures on those walls
Of buildings where you can’t find salvation
In the church of Neon, god of concrete cities

He wants you to go from where you are now
And the spirits that they pour in his name
Are far away from the Spirit that you need
All the time you have that longing feeling
For salvation they make you doubt the One
And beckon you with red lights to do wrong
In the church of Neon, god of concrete cities

You so need the money for their services
That you sell your watch and precious gold
If that is not enough they pull the handle
On machines that give you nothing in return
All the while you follow their bright lights
You lose your faith in Him who can save you
From the church of Neon, god of concrete cities