• Worship the Master, let his will be done

    Eat drink and be merry, life's about fun

    give us this day our daily bread

    or take away our will because agencies dead



    You think your life has a meaning

    and that your god has a soul

    I bite my thumb at the heavens

    I think your head is a hole



    Die a beggar and take down a friend

    you life is nothing but well met at the end

    This is my blood shed for you

    your savior is dead, but i'll die for you



    I am a son of perdition

    and he hath brought me here

    to promoted your will in spite of tradition

    and lead two thrids away
    ---- Praise the Master ----


    So give us this day our daily bread

    that we may fill the contents of our hearts

    with the privelage of sacrilige

    im spite of gods ways



    We are the children of perdition

    and we'll see bitter ends

    we are full of contention and sedition

    that only the master transends