| We let the hell in our houses
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| Another man-made disaster
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| We’ll tear the hearts from the pastors
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| Cut the strings, down with the puppet master
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| The end is near
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| Your God has disappeared
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| Like he always does when the shit gets thick
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| Your mind is filled with fear
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| The answers seem so clear
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| But you won’t question the teachings
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| Of all this outdated preaching
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| Terror forever
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| You plea for peace on your knees
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| But you’re barking up the wrong tree
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| Terror forever
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| We go from bad to worse
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| A false church is nothing more than a curse
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| We’ll tear the hearts from the pastors
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| Cut the strings, down with the puppet master
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| We let the hell in our houses
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| Another man-made disaster
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| We’ll tear the hearts from the pastors
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| Cut the strings, down with the puppet master
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| No I don’t want your fucking handout
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| How can you judge me when you don’t judge yourselves
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| Kid touchers, blasphemous motherfuckers
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| You can’t police your own people, a bloodline of evil
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| Terror forever
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| You plea for peace on your knees
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| But you’re barking up the wrong tree
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| Terror forever
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| We go from bad to worse
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| A false church is nothing more than a curse
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| Don’t say a prayer for me
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| Don’t fucking stare at me
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| I didn’t ask for your help
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| No gods, no masters
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| Think for your fucking self
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| Think for your fucking self
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| Think for your fucking self
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| Don’t say a prayer for me
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| Don’t fucking stare at me
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| I didn’t ask for your help
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| No gods, no masters
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| Think for your fucking self
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| We let the hell in our houses
|
| Another man-made disaster
|
| We’ll tear the hearts from the pastors
|
| Cut the strings, down with the puppet master
|
| We let the hell in our houses
|
| Another man-made disaster
|
| We’ll tear the hearts from the pastors
|
| Cut the strings, down with the puppet master |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Puppet Master, artist - Thy Art Is Murder. Album song Dear Desolation, in the genre