Puppet Master - Thy Art Is Murder

We let the hell in our houses

Another man-made disaster

We’ll tear the hearts from the pastors

Cut the strings, down with the puppet master

The end is near

Your God has disappeared

Like he always does when the shit gets thick

Your mind is filled with fear

The answers seem so clear

But you won’t question the teachings

Of all this outdated preaching

Terror forever

You plea for peace on your knees

But you’re barking up the wrong tree

Terror forever

We go from bad to worse

A false church is nothing more than a curse

We’ll tear the hearts from the pastors

Cut the strings, down with the puppet master

We let the hell in our houses

Another man-made disaster

We’ll tear the hearts from the pastors

Cut the strings, down with the puppet master

No I don’t want your fucking handout

How can you judge me when you don’t judge yourselves

Kid touchers, blasphemous motherfuckers

You can’t police your own people, a bloodline of evil

Terror forever

You plea for peace on your knees

But you’re barking up the wrong tree

Terror forever

We go from bad to worse

A false church is nothing more than a curse

Don’t say a prayer for me

Don’t fucking stare at me

I didn’t ask for your help

No gods, no masters

Think for your fucking self

Think for your fucking self

Think for your fucking self

Don’t say a prayer for me

Don’t fucking stare at me

I didn’t ask for your help

No gods, no masters

Think for your fucking self

We let the hell in our houses

Another man-made disaster

We’ll tear the hearts from the pastors

Cut the strings, down with the puppet master

We let the hell in our houses

Another man-made disaster

We’ll tear the hearts from the pastors

Cut the strings, down with the puppet master