Whoremaster Lyrics

There is no rest for the wicked
The struggle is from within
There is no peace to be had in the denial of sin
Where nature is revealed
You crave confusion
You are no one without your war
Whoremaster and whore
Where there is peace, you conjure conflicts from the air
Where there is food, you starve your flesh

Whoremaster
Warmongler
Intellectual effeminate
Bent on imminent disaster
Spawn by your hate

In your wealth you are poor
Who can fathom the crooked ways of man
Whoremaster and whore
Dogs of war

You give all your freedom away
Someone's bitch, someone's slave
You don't know no other way to be
You'd rather die in bondage than learn how to live free
Whoremaster
The decline of the west
You get the rapes for free
But sure as Hell, you pay for the rest
You bite the wallet and bend over for rectal intrusion
By the tower of Babylon that you made
And the ones who stand line are the guardians you paid
Whoremaster
You bite your tongue
And gouge your eyes
To blind yourself from the truth that you despise

Whoremaster
Warmongler
Intellectual effeminate
Bent on imminent disaster
Spawn by your hate

Whoremaster
You make virtue out of vice
Whoremaster
Born once, dying twice
Whoremaster
Emissary of lies
Whoremaster