Masters of War (The Avener Rework)

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand

And you hide from my eyes

And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

And I hope that you die

And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket

In the pale afternoon

And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed

And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead