Thus I spoke deceitfully! Thus I spoke iniquity!

Wander through time, no shepherd, no more

Feed yourselves with idols

With comfort in vain, with false dreams that are false

Again and again

"Is not this thing in my right hand a lie?"

I can't tell my right hand from the lie growing inside it

Feeding on ashes of deception

Led astray where false dreams are true

Again and again