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