I am the non-creator For man created his own lord I am the anti-master For the lord god rules with a blood-stained sword Their slavery is based on deception Their chains are tightly bound The holders of the keys Shall lock us to the ground The power for the people Not for their promised land The power for the people Their utopia shall crumble into sand The created god on which you rely Shall rule you until you die The "book" continues to hold them But still never questioned why Would you allow your life to be taken By the clutches of just one hand Would you allow your life to be taken By the clutches of just one man Would you ever understand What their lies are about Would you ever understand
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