Master Slave
Playing G-d is not my speed, but for you it holds appeal
So just do the things you need, and I'll play the cards you deal
Your instruments of torture, won't make me behave
Who will be the master? Who will be the slave?
Who will be the master? Who will be the slave?
You're a victim, is what you claim, but of what, you can't decide
What would make the world ashamed, is your source of pride
The guillotine is waiting, and they're digging a hungry grave
Who will be the master? Who will be the slave?
Who will be the master? Who will be the slave?
When you, crush that, little flower, does it make you feel big and strong
I pray you, savor, your moment of power, because it, will not, last very long
I've grown tired of this war; I'll sit this one out
Remind me please once more, what's this fight about
One more battle, but this soldier's not brave
Who will be the master? Who will be the slave?
Who will be the master? Who will be the slave?
I can't do the things I planned; I'm too weary to even try
There's no victory at hand, so I guess I'll say goodbye
History is over; now it's back to the cave
Who will be the master? Who will be the slave?
Who will be the master? Who will be the slave?
Who will be the master? Who will be the slave?
So just do the things you need, and I'll play the cards you deal
Your instruments of torture, won't make me behave
Who will be the master? Who will be the slave?
Who will be the master? Who will be the slave?
You're a victim, is what you claim, but of what, you can't decide
What would make the world ashamed, is your source of pride
The guillotine is waiting, and they're digging a hungry grave
Who will be the master? Who will be the slave?
Who will be the master? Who will be the slave?
When you, crush that, little flower, does it make you feel big and strong
I pray you, savor, your moment of power, because it, will not, last very long
I've grown tired of this war; I'll sit this one out
Remind me please once more, what's this fight about
One more battle, but this soldier's not brave
Who will be the master? Who will be the slave?
Who will be the master? Who will be the slave?
I can't do the things I planned; I'm too weary to even try
There's no victory at hand, so I guess I'll say goodbye
History is over; now it's back to the cave
Who will be the master? Who will be the slave?
Who will be the master? Who will be the slave?
Who will be the master? Who will be the slave?
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Writer(s): Steven Ferguson
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