The masters of words... The masters of false words... Men of the world in becoming suits.. In residences without end... Piggish clones at over-filled trough... And we are blind guardians... Blind to step... Deaf to words what make a sound among rows... Time to stop them! it's time to say goodbye to them... Resistance in advanced stage of need... Revolt on the road between the thought and the first action... And enough boiling water for each pig!!! The masters of words... The masters of false words... Wandering thoughts of errant mind... Disturbances of balance...... Calling of light ...the flare from desolated piece of land ... Ideas dispersed under the stars... Those distant faces of darkness... sky... The reign of evil blood... That sells freedom like Pretence for all down there ... While Hell symphony awaits behind the scene of blood... Flesh and blood from each of us... and... Puppet masters smile grows...in grimace