Soil blackened, water red
Wash the river bed
Turn to your master,
What separates man from beast?
Turn to your master
Hope lingers then expires
In the baptism of fire
Turn to your master
Freedom of choice,
choose Your master
And if you hesitate
Call it fate
A man-made god to tell the World what is true
A rush of power I will not kneel to you
You claim supremacy but all that I see
Are fading images and greed, is greed, is greed
Race to oblivion,
Let the engines burn
Turn to your master
Who made you an empty shell?
Turn to your master
All these atrocities
Caused by blind obedience
Turn to your master
Open your eyes
Choose your master
Who said you have no choice?
Not his voice
A man-made god to tell the World what is true
A rush of power I will not kneel to you
You claim supremacy but all that I see
Are fading images and greed, is greed, is greed
Turn to your master
Wash the river bed
Turn to your master,
What separates man from beast?
Turn to your master
Hope lingers then expires
In the baptism of fire
Turn to your master
Freedom of choice,
choose Your master
And if you hesitate
Call it fate
A man-made god to tell the World what is true
A rush of power I will not kneel to you
You claim supremacy but all that I see
Are fading images and greed, is greed, is greed
Race to oblivion,
Let the engines burn
Turn to your master
Who made you an empty shell?
Turn to your master
All these atrocities
Caused by blind obedience
Turn to your master
Open your eyes
Choose your master
Who said you have no choice?
Not his voice
A man-made god to tell the World what is true
A rush of power I will not kneel to you
You claim supremacy but all that I see
Are fading images and greed, is greed, is greed
Turn to your master