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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

No gods, no masters