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I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand |
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My image is of agony, my servants rape the land |
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Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain |
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Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name |
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Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law |
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My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore. |
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I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit |
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I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet |
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I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain |
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And still you play the sycophant and revel in my pain |
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And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate |
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I am the politician, and I decide your fate |
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I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight |
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I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might |
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I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave |
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I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave |
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Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown |
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For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down. |