Evangelho de Fariseus

We campaign for ourselves
Events for ourselves
We store up manna for ourselves
We pray for ourselves and our loved ones
The Kingdom became a business
Tithing matters more than hearts

While He is wanting
Who we don't even think about or care about
We have been praying wrong for centuries
Days, hours and years
We moved away

There is a gospel of Pharisees
Everyone chooses their own
And they ignite in the bubble of the system
Ah, meanwhile, in Marajó
John disappeared
Waiting for the reapers of the great harvest

The Amazon burns
Pa-ra-ra
A child dies
Pa-ra-ra
The animals are gone
Pa-ra-ra, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
Overheated by the brothers' ego

A gospel of Pharisees

We are rotting the body of Christ
The blood is not circulating
The blood is clotting
We are at the cusp of a new era
And the false bride rebels
Against the Bridegroom who expects to see a Christian character

There is a gospel of Pharisees
Everyone chooses their own
And they ignite in the bubble of the system
Ah, meanwhile, in Marajó
John disappeared
Waiting for the reapers of the great harvest

Pa-ra-ra
A gospel of Pharisees
Pa-ra-ra
A gospel of Pharisees
Pa-ra-ra
A gospel of Pharisees
Pa-ra-ra