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