Bow down and praise The ones you call your masters Filthy maggots that suck you dry They call themselves leaders Because you’re always there to follow Kneel before them, lick their boots You have the need to be trod down.
Bow down and praise The ones you call your gods Hypocritical bastards fed on your soul Manmade rules, factory of regrets Claiming your life and soul Kneel before them, obey eternally You have the need to be deceived
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