Where is the Messiah? Are you there God? It's me, your pariah.
I've become something of a liar, a mystifier, a cad, a fraud: Where is the Messiah?
To deliver from brimstone and fire? Against the one wielding the iron rod? It's me your pariah,
son of the dawn, prince of the nebula the gates of Judecca have thawed. Where is the Messiah?
I'll take silver, like Judas and Delilah their feet are swift; to shed blood. It's me, your pariah.
Your whore for hire, Oh, how I await the flood. Where is the Messiah? It's me your pariah.