Abomination (USA-2) : Master - Abomination
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MASTER
1. 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
ABOMINATION (USA-2)
2. FOLLOWER
He's the leader of the land
He just fronts the Manson clan
Power over all death and sin
Storm the ill
He just does this
Can't you see
Leads the weak in my affairs
Twist the army
Spread the fear
Races colors different creeds
Leeches on to whom be needs
All shall parish burn in flames
Storm the ill
Send your money
To the church of Christ
Leeching on like a parasite
Earn a place in the kinder life
Everyone's in search of paradise
Follower if the president
Do you think he's really heaven sent
He'll just push the button soon someday
It's the fame it's really childs play
1. 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
ABOMINATION (USA-2)
2. FOLLOWER
He's the leader of the land
He just fronts the Manson clan
Power over all death and sin
Storm the ill
He just does this
Can't you see
Leads the weak in my affairs
Twist the army
Spread the fear
Races colors different creeds
Leeches on to whom be needs
All shall parish burn in flames
Storm the ill
Send your money
To the church of Christ
Leeching on like a parasite
Earn a place in the kinder life
Everyone's in search of paradise
Follower if the president
Do you think he's really heaven sent
He'll just push the button soon someday
It's the fame it's really childs play
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