Puppet Master lyrics
by Thy Art Is Murder
[Chorus 1]
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!
[Verse 1]
The end is near, your god has disappeared
Like he always does when the sh*t 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But you won't question the teachings of all this outdated preaching
[Chorus 2]
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
[Chorus 1]
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
[Verse 2]
No I don't want your f*cking handout
How can you judge me when you don't judge yourselves?
Kid touchers, blasphemous motherf*ckers
You can't police your own people, a bloodline of evil
[Chorus 2]
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
[Bridge]
Don't say a prayer for me
Don't f*cking stare at me
I didn't ask for your help
No gods, no masters
Think for your f*cking self
Think for your f*cking self
Don't say a prayer for me
Don't f*cking stare at me
I didn't ask for your help
No gods, no masters
Think for your f*cking self
[Chorus]
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