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