Now you're masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the 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 that never done nothing
But built 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 further
When the fast bullets fly
You throw the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
I fear to bring children
Into the world
Are you threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
And you ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
Now 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
I am masters of war