Hey new Master of War
You take what you will
You speak from both sides of your mouth to your puppets
While for profit you kill
You threaten with guns
You threaten with fire
You hide, safe away from the war
While your people grow sicker and tired
And the world suffers on
Because of men just like you
Forever reviled for their bloody ambition
You're nobody new
And we're fed up and mad
We're goddamn mad
That you masters of war
Hold the fate of the world in your bloody hands
With your missiles and bombs
You sow sadness and fear
We'll be clearing the rubble you caused
After you're dead and gone for years
You're infecting the world
With your cancerous thought
And protecting your opulence
That your ill-gotten fortune has bought
Why do you have to rule
What the hell do you need
What is the sickness that drives you
To make all the innocent bleed
Where do you get the right
Where do you get the gall
Your heart is a pit brimming with bad intentions
If you have one at all
What's the point of your life
When you're just going to die
All the power that you amass
Could be gone in the blink of an eye
And I hope you die soon
And all by yourself
You'd better believe me
If I had the chance I would kill you myself
The world is your killing floor
You're a Master of War
Contributed by Chris Shepard - 2026/8/16 - 01:04
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A song written and recorded after the Russian invasion of Ukraine.