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 ba*tards are becoming rich with modern slavery
It's a shame to see those thieves in the 21th century