Without a face on

I was in need
brakes on secretary
Forms filled pockets too
Second hand greed

I needed some help
behind the counter they were wary
Pens write, keyboards tap but butter doesn´t melt
Screen saving smiles on their faces is how I felt

I could have used a hand
They wouldn´t throw a wonton
You tell me you´re a great fan
without your real face on

Second hand greed skyrockets
and screen saving religion´s beliefs
Tithings crossing counters entering pockets
Without facing the truth it´s just false relief