Twisted

You can take this land I stand on
I never owned it at all
And the dirt beneath my toes
I didn't shovel it for myself

And it's a twisted little shape
From a telescope in space
But I can't see your name from there
No, I don't see your copyright from here

Blood pours down through the East
And I've got it running down my hands
Cells of criminals unjust
And I've got the guilt upon my back

And it's a twisted little membrane
From the inside of our heads
To believe it isn't us
To pretend it can't be done

And what did He teach you
Preaching from your book

Isn't there anything truthful anymore
Is there anyone honest left