People don't need the answers To the questions in their minds Sleeping in the darkness Lays a world of mad design Turning from the truth inside your mind The deaf unto the call Marching to the war drums of the dead The masters of it all Masters of it all Kill the future Masters of it all Waiting in the shadows Is the future of the blind Mother is slowly dying All that holds us shall soon unwind Turning from the truth inside your mind The deaf unto the call Marching to the war drums of the dead The masters of it all Masters of it all Kill the future Masters of it all Kill the future Waiting for the warning As we hide away from what we feel inside Looking for the morning From the end time we know we cannot hide Killing all the dreams we hold inside The masters of it all Holding on the leper's hand The devil's plan The masters of it all