Divine art of lies

Reading in their crystal ball, their holy icon of lies.

And they see what you

wanna see, and they hear what you wanna hear.

Still they are making their

profit of weakness and the sadness

Of poor men who have lost all hope, all

faith and will to live.

Sneaking in-deep in mind and soul,

Deceitfully-so

high's the fall

Sly-Divine art of lies

Lie-Divine art of lies

Vicious,

sly, they're addicted to the desperation of men,

They're making amounts of

money from cruel desolation.

Those bastards are becoming rich with modern

slavery,

It's a shame to see those thieves in the 21th century.