Blasphemian Charlatan

Candles, cards, and joss-sticks
He wears a healing stone
And converses in sayings
He got from books on loan
Forgiving me my poor mind
With a hallelujah smile
Denying his "divinity"
In a perfectly divine style
True enlightened minds
Never scream and shout
Never touch the subject
Nor speak about
Bruised but sane
Knowing it remains the same
A Blasphemian Charlatan, a sectarian guru, ya
A Charlatan, Blasphemia
A Blasphemian Charlatan, a sectarian guru, ya
A Charlatan, Blasphemia
A master of grandiloquence
Manipulating delinquent
Just one step from a sectarian crime
At any time
Beware of his time
His tarot cards have spoken
Your friends are of the evil kind
And loving your own genus
Stands for a lofty mind
His past mind will elicit
He was not a saint at all
Merely outcast seeking safety
Behind esoteric walls
They who talk astral traveling
Ten to one they don't fit in their skin
Bruised but sane,
Knowing it remains the same
A Blasphemian Charlatan, a sectarian guru, ya
A Charlatan, Blasphemia
A Blasphemian Charlatan, a sectarian guru, ya
A Charlatan, Blasphemia
A master of grandiloquence
Manipulating delinquent
Just one step from a sectarian crime
At any time
Beware of his type
He who speaks too much in esoterics
Injure the truth's credibility
Bruised but sane
Knowing it remains the same
A Blasphemian Charlatan, a sectarian guru, ya
A Charlatan, Blasphemia
A Blasphemian Charlatan, a sectarian guru, ya
A Charlatan, Blasphemia
A master of grandiloquence
Manipulating delinquent
Just one step from a sectarian crime
At any time
Beware of his type