Nausea
"Clutches"

I am the non-creator
For man created his own lord
I am the anti-master
For the lord god rules with a blood-stained sword

Their slavery is based on deception
Their chains are tightly bound
The holders of the keys
Shall lock us to the ground

The power for the people
Not for their promised land
The power for the people
Their utopia shall crumble into sand

The created god on which you rely
Shall rule you until you die
The "book" continues to hold them
But still never questioned why

Would you allow your life to be taken
By the clutches of just one hand
Would you allow your life to be taken
By the clutches of just one man

Would you ever understand
What their lies are about
Would you ever understand