| We the Masters of the Dark Arts
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| Passengers smashed up in the car parts
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| Glass sticking into the last ticking of hard hearts
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| This is a massacre, it’s the underground of passages
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| Fiercest of the animals that run around in Africa
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| Bastard kids of Lazarus,
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| The laughter of the scavengers
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| Painted on the ceilings of the chapels of the savages
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| There’s nothing left that could embarrass us
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| We conquered the jungle, built a kingdom
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| And destroyed your whole establishment
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| Just the idea, the unseen, is insane
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| The whole world seen through one dream from one king
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| The pace walked from a gun duel with a ten chant
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| The art of war, not a Sun Tzu but a Rembrandt
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| There isn’t many who pursue what we do
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| We bear fruit from the Tree of Life
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| And feed it though the root of evil
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| For thousands of years power polluted people
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| Now our trusted brand stands amidst the madness
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| Bringing you the sequel
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| Masters of the Dark Arts
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| The masters of puppets
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| We on another planet
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| Not even NASA can touch us
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| Masters of the darkest reaches of reality
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| Enter the gallery and witness organized anarchy
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| Master of the Dark Arts
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| Masters of universal law
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| Pray for peace but indisputable at war
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| Masters of the darkest hours of our time
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| Masters of our destiny
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| We the masters of our lives
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| Masters of the Dark Arts, blasting firearms bark
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| Assassins dive in the high tide and find sharks
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| Past designed to glide by like cyanide darts
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| And climb cataracts the size of the sky that blind gods
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| And give lightning bolts to frightening cults
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| From a nuclear bazaar bought and sold amongst sheisty folks
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| Popes, Ayatollahs and Shamans
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| Ogres and goblins, cobras and moccasins
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| Soldiers rub shoulders with congressmen
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| Saudi Arabians own Twitter
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| Skull and Bones own Google and Facebook
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| Face/Off, get your face took
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| Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body
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| Secret societies got me creeping with the shotty
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| La Coka Nostra like Peter Gotti
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| I got an evil army that feast like zombies
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| A high priest as Ozzy
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| Carve my enemy’s forehead with tattooed Swazis
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| We kamikaze like Carmine Lupertazzi
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| Masters of the Dark Arts
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| The masters of puppets
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| We on another planet
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| Not even NASA can touch us
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| Masters of the darkest reaches of reality
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| Enter the gallery and witness organized anarchy
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| Master of the Dark Arts
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| Masters of universal law
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| Pray for peace but indisputable at war
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| Masters of the darkest hours of our time
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| Masters of our destiny
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| We the masters of our lives |