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 want you to know I can see through your masks 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 runs down my drain you fasten all the triggers for others to fire then you sit back and watch while the death count gets higher you hide in your mansion while the young peoples' blood flows out of their bodies and into the mud you've thrown the worst fear that can ever be hurled fear to bring children into the world for threatening my baby unborn and unnamed you're not worth the blood that runs in your veins 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 down to your deathbed I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're dead