Masters of War

I can see through your masks
Well let me ask you one question

Though I'm younger than you
Oh for threatening my baby
That runs in your veins
And I'll watch while you're lowered
You ain't worth the blood
And I see through your brain

Oh to talk out of turn
Into the world

And you turn and run farther
Fear to bring children
A world war can be won
When the fast bullets fly
You that build the death planes
When the death count gets higher
Oh will it buy you forgiveness
You've thrown the worst fear

Is your money that good?

You that never done nothin'
Do you think that it could?

You that hide behind walls
You might say I'm unlearned
I'll follow your casket
Will never buy back your soul
But build to destroy
And you hide from my eyes
Flows out of their bodies
For the others to fire
And you hide in your mansion
You lie and deceive
Down to your deathbed

Like I see through the water
You want me to believe
And your death will come soon

Like it's your little toy
You play with my world

You put a gun in my hand
Forgive what you do
All the money you made
You fasten all the triggers
When your death takes its toll
That runs down my drain
Unborn and unnamed
You might say that I'm young
And then you sit back and watch
You that hide behind desks
By the pale afternoon
And is buried in the mud
And I'll stand over your grave
You that build all the bombs
Well like a Judas of old
All the young people's blood
I just want you to know

I think you will find

That can ever be hurled
That even Jesus would never

How much do I know?
But there's a one thing I know
And I hope that you die
But I see through your eyes