PTI - Icons lyrics

Today, I felt the pain Poor by common standards Today, I felt the shame You change, while I stay the same Your Cross is nothing but wood Your statue is nothing but stone Your money is nothing but gold Your Icons are all alone A Life, Made of chains We're tied to our posessions Want, all that remains We'll never be happy A world, Made of clay We yearn to burn out faster The rain, washes us away We build it faster A life time of living in this world Whats real and what is imagery Fall to my knees I hold my head This white noise please help me, heal me When everything has died for naught My mind creates this single thought You live your life all full of lies You worship your false icons