come you masters of war you that build all the guns you that build the death planes you that build that big bombs you that hide behind walls you that hide behind desks i just want you to know i can see through your masks you can never done nothin but build to destroy you play with my world like it s your little toy you put a gun in my hand and you hide from my eyes and you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly like judas of old you lie and deceive a world war can be won you want me to believe but i see through your eyes and i see through your brain like i see through the water that run down my drain let me ask you one question is your money that good will it buy you forgiveness do you think that it could i think you will find when your death takes its toll all the money you made will never buy back your soul and i hope that you die and your death will come soon i will follow your casket in the pale afternoon and i ll watch while you re lowered down to your deathbed i stand over your grave till i m sure that you re death