The Master Songtext
von Ken Yates

Take your time
I don′t mind
I'm a patient bastard
I drove alone and played a show
Just to pay for gas home

You dad would be an ex-marine
You know that′s no surprise to me
They're loading up the freedom trucks
It's all aboard the rapture
Well anyways, can I just say
It′s nice to hear your laughter


There′s nothing like a pretty day
To make you hate your desk job
The alkaline in the water's fine
We′ll dry off on the way home

How much do you really need?
We're just a couple mouths to feed
The years ahead could spell regret
And they start coming faster
And if you hold it in the darkness wins
I know, I′m the master

So bite the hand that fed you all
The hate fueled up on alcohol
Some distance might just help at night
To sleep through the disaster
And I'll be there when you awake
And every morning after