| I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand | |
| My image is of agony, my servants rape the land | |
| Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain | |
| Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name | |
| Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law | |
| My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore. | |
| I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit | |
| I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet | |
| I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain | |
| And still you play the sycophant and revel in my pain | |
| And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate | |
| I am the politician, and I decide your fate | |
| I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight | |
| I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might | |
| I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave | |
| I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave | |
| Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown | |
| For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down. |