[Verse] They send them onto the field The youth don't understand The young men lose their life To play the old man's hand [Chorus] Oh, the master at the gate Selling shadows, selling hate While the heavy teardrops fall They build another wall [Verse] The women also pay For something not their fault The old men count the loot Deposit in their vault [Chorus] Oh, the master at the gate Selling shadows, selling hate While the heavy teardrops fall They build another wall [Bridge] Now if you get my drift You see the aim of hate Was always the same story The master at the gate! [Guitar Solo] [Verse] Yet while they rake it in It's all to no avail Because the circle turns The greed will always fail [Outro] The circle turns. Always fails. © 2026 Trevor Swistchew. All rights reserved.
