Puppet Master Lyrics - 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Of all this outdated preaching 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 

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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 

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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