Twisting the Truth

Taking something just and good,
Something from the heart of wood;
Taking something sweet and fair,
Something pure as mountain air;
Picking over honest deeds,
Calling evil our plain needs;
Taking truth and making lies,
Twisting hearts until man dies.

Taking fair and making foul,
Taking song and making howl;
Twisting, twisting all about,
Turning peace to bloody rout.
Killing care and breaking trust,
Scorning love, creating lust;
Spewing hate and screwing fate,
Drowning truth in sewer lies,
Twisting, twisting, ’til man dies.

What is truth? Who can tell
Upon this merry road to hell?

Faith into wraith
Dead of despair;
Hope into rage,
War into wage;
Wife into widow,
Joy into sorrow:
Rich into poor,
Sweet into sour;
Lies and more lies
As everyone dies.

What is truth? Who can tell
Upon this merry road to hell?