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People don’t need the answers

To the questions in their minds

Sleeping in the darkness

Lays a world of mad design

Turning from the truth inside your mind

The deaf unto the call

Marching to the war drums of the dead

The masters of it all

Masters of it all

Kill the future

Masters of it all

Waiting in the shadows

Is the future of the blind

Mother is slowly dying

All that holds us shall soon unwind

Turning from the truth inside your mind

The deaf unto the call

Marching to the war drums of the dead

The masters of it all

Masters of it all

Kill the future

Masters of it all

Kill the future

Waiting for the warning

As we hide away from what we feel inside

Looking for the morning

From the end time we know we cannot hide

Killing all the dreams we hold inside

The masters of it all

Holding on the leper’s hand

The devil’s plan

The masters of it all