(Composição: Rob Fioretti, Frank Godszik, Jürgen Reil, Mille Petrozza) Masters of war Merchants of false peace Bleeding the lives of the lost Feeding them terminal disease Breaking the rules No matter who gets hurt Wholesaling useless trash Charging twice what it's worth Freedom of thought a mirage The coma is endless and deep Feeling so worldly and wise Fooled by the friends that we keep Spirits on ice They'll never be free One-dimensional lives Will the coma of souls outlive eternity? Children are pawns For generals to play with and kill Mercy will never be found Where mayhem is done for the thrill Righteous crusades Murder to honor a god? No one is saved Dead bodies shrivel and rot Deep in the unconscious mind Lies the oldest wisdom Buried by centuries Of war and inquisition Truth is raped and crucified By men with savage brains And greed flows forth in endless waves From fools to wretched slaves
