Divine Art Of Lies

Reading in their crystal ball
Their holy icon of lies
And they see what you want to see
And they say what you want to 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 is the fall

Sly - Divine art of lies
Lie - Divine art of lies

Vicious, sly, they're addicted to
The desperation of man
They are 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