| 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 you 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 |