"Who knows?" says the fortuneteller,
"Maybe the false prophet is right,
The dark night of the soul has come
And everything has come undone.
The stars don't shine,
And the planets don't align,
The gifts we were receiving were all wrong
And selfish ways took us all too long.
Maybe I'm the false Jesus."
"Show me another spectacle
And I'll tell you another fairytale,
Tell me another nightmare
And I'll sing you a lullaby.
Wash you r hands clean of this,
We're all going to die,
The blood is stained.
I'm you r false Jesus,
Follow me tonight."
"Give me the gift of virtue,
I'll show you another holy bribe,
Point the direction of my enemy,
I'll show you another martyred bride.
Give me the gift of lunacy,
And I'll talk sense to the silence,
Lead me to the temptation,
And I will drink to the point of blasphemy.
I'm you r false Jesus,
Follow me tonight."
