I kneel to you, when you preach to me
you're my god, you're my t.v.
You control what I say, you control what I hear
you control what I see.
My whole existence revolves around this
cable to my mind.
Its thought parole, population control
its slavery of mankind.
Under their control!
and you're loving their control!
Don't question the forces that
govern your miserable life.
Don't seek out the answers that void
your empty life.
Cause this melancholy vision is just a
brief episode in this game called reality.
Its something I've been trying so
hard to figure out.