Delusive proclaimers

Chosen by the book to rule

Given the power to heal



Twisted, so hard to give up

So easy to fall in

A part of you is always

Going to be



Twisted, men are gaining listeners

By telling ordinary stories

In an unordinary way



Thou shall not fail



Twisted, and calling themselves wise men by

Explaining a matter of course

Twisted, using and giving in



Twisted, worshipped by thousands of followers

Guarded by missionary men

Waiting for the promised days

Waiting for their saviour



Born by the virgin, aren't we all

Men marry their ribs

But we turn away, burn our brothers

Forget the message in the prayers we say



Twisted, face the wall



Twisting, avenging spirits, bursting ground

Turn your hand

They will start the rain all over

Waiting for a place to go



Twisted, face the wall