Masters of War (feat. Alvin Youngblood Hart)

Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build that death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind the walls You that hide behind desks We just want you to know We can see through your masks You that never done nothin' But build and destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand Then you hide from my eyes Then you turn and you run Following fast bullets fly Like Judas 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 runs down my drain You fasten the triggers For the others to fire You sit back and watch While the death toll gets higher You hide in your mansion While young people's blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in mud Walking through the graveyard Kick over the tombstones and wake up the dead My face painted red Thirteen stitches goin' across my chest I don't fear nobody but the Lord and death Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Did you think that it would Oh 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'll come soon I'll follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Into your deathbed And I'll stand o'er your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're dead