Masters of War (The Avener Rework)

Come, you masters of war

You that build the big guns

You that build the death planes

You that build all the bombs

You that hide behind walls

You that hide behind desks

I just a-want you to know I can see through your mask

You that never have 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

Then you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly

And I hope that you die

And your death will come soon

I'll follow your casket

On a pale afternoon

And I'll watch while you're lowered

Unto your deathbed

And I'll stand over your grave

Till I'm sure that you're dead