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The disease calls the master
To the death of minds
Sacrifice society
Become a better kind
There go your preachers
Out looking to the skies
We are your master
We need no dead god
Your presidential savior
Is money from his land
And your sucking vultures
And captives when they can
Strike your idols down
With the master crown
Because this ain't no world
With a master crown
You are your master
Don't set yourself free
Forget your fucking idols
And your blind eyes will see
Strike your idols down
With the master crown
Because this ain't no world
With a master crown
You are your master
Don't set yourself free
Forget your fucking idols
And your blind eyes will see
Strike your idols down
With the master crown
Because this ain't no world
With a master crown



Writer(s): Paul Speckmann Copyright: Prophecies Publishing E.k., Prophecies Publishing Markus Staiger, Hanseatic Musikverlag Gmbh & Co Kg, Create Digital Music



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