The Twist

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