The Don

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