Master

In the will of your own mind

Sacrifice society

And become a better kindStand back all you preachers

Stop looking to the skies

We are your Masters

We need no disguiseYour presidential savior,

His bloody pope ar dan

There're still all stinking Vulturies

There're scandalous when they canStrike your idols down

And wear the Master's crown

We'll curse this evil world

We'll wear this Master's crown