Puppet Master

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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 But you won't question the teachings of all this outdated preaching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
 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
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 Think for your fucking self
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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
 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
 

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Duration
03:15
Key
9
Tempo
139 BPM

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