The word he spoke were neatly bent
To suit and smooth the roughest edge
A lie delivered, honestly
The reason is still a mystery to me
The symbol of his dying god
Made his view-point seem so odd
He smiled at me triumphantly
The reason is still a mystery to me
-chorus-
Arm yourself against the loneliness
An obvious cry for help
His eyes looked foggy, half asleep
Like port ways to a endless deep
He waved a pattern like a cross
But it felt like a "swastika" to us
A preacher to the common folk
The "fire" and "brimstone"-talk
I won't forget the man who lied
To me when someone that I've loved had died