Master

In the will of your own mind Sacrifice society And become a better kind Stand back all you preachers Stop looking to the skies We are your Masters We need no disguise Your presidential savior, His bloody pope ar dan There're still all stinking Vulturies There're scandalous when they can Strike your idols down And wear the Master's crown We'll curse this evil world We'll wear this Master's crown We are your Masters So set your soul free Forget your stupid idols And your blinded eyes will see