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
