Masters And Slaves

We want peace, we see war, people die

The news is filled with blood

Hurry up, dollar signs, cash will flow

We better make up our minds

We're masters and slaves

Under this lifestyle

It's tearing up apart

What are we fighting for?

Where is our heart?

What are we living for?

Our lives fall apart

Flying high, in the night, the time is right

My temple is filled with junk

Slow it down, wake me up, help me now

Before my life is gone