Hey,
you know
we need a martyr,
so if you'll turn the other way we can blame you.
Just do as we say, and we'll rape you.
You see, we're living for yesterday,
and tomorrow, well, we're willing to barter.
Yeah, we're living fodder,
prophetic instruments of change;
Mass produced souls in free range.
But we can't survive, we haven't the brains,
we must live off your success as long as it remains
then we'll find a fresh lamb to slaughter.
Oh, we say it's your duty,
brother or sister,
to give back for all you take as a moral payment
for charity's, Christ's, or humanity's sake,
‘least that's the statement, but
all that's not really at stake,
we simply live off those whore smarter.
Listen, we are the Master
and you're not the only one living under our gun.
We'll use fear to get what We want done,
chasing heroically after the sun,
'cause the Night is falling faster.
