Don’t Make these empty promises
You intend to be the GOOD master
What you really mean to say
You intend to be THE MASTER
Your work of pen and paper
Will never bind us to your master
And you cannot kill your god
Because your greed wears so many faces
Not one of you, could kill your god
Not one of you
Not one of you, could kill your god
Not one of you, could kill your god
Am I the last one, that you cannot cheat
Am I the last one, that you cannot keep
And you cannot kill your god
Because your greed wears so many faces
Not one of you, could kill your god
Not one of you
Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun – Gone CD
