text: You guys like that song, don’t you?
  Sure, when you play it right
  Heh heh heh
  So you guys are tired, huh?
  We’re just getting warmed up, and you guys are tired?
  You’re ready to go home
  You guys sound tired to me
  Let’s hear you say, “Fuck no, James!”
  All right, so we want some more
  We’re going to give you a little test here, man
  I start it, you finish it
  We’ll find out what you got left
  Oh yeah!
  Naah, I hope that ain’t it
  Oh yeah!
  Yeah!
  Yeah!
  Master!
  Of!
  Puppets!
  Good God!
  End of passion play, crumbling away
  Im your source of self-destruction
  Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear
  Leading on your deaths construction
  Ooo, taste me, you will see, more is all you need
  Dedicated to how Im killing you
  Come crawling faster
  Obey your master
  Your life burns faster
  Obey your...
  Master! Master!
  Master of Puppets, Im pulling your strings
  Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
  Blinded by me, you cant see a thing
  Just call my name Ill hear you scream
  Master! Master!
  Just call my name Ill hear you scream
  Master! Master!
  Yeah!
  Needlework the way, never you betray
  Life of death becoming clearer
  Pain monopoly, ritual misery
  Chop your breakfast on a mirror
  Oo oo
  Taste me, you will see, more is all you need
  Dedicated to how Im fucking you
  Come crawling faster 
  Obey your master 
  Your life burns faster 
  Obey your...
  Master! Master!
  Master of Puppets, Im pulling your strings
  Twisting your mind, smashing your fucking dream
  Blinded by me, you cant see a thing
  Just call my name Ill hear you scream
  Master! Master!
  Just call my name Ill hear you scream
  Master! Master!...