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