I could've made you a wish But it wouldn't come true The white trash bitch controls you Born and raised in a trailer park And all the faces of the lies surround you Your simple pleasures come from someone else's plan The way you like it For you I've become what you made me
Chorus: And we make this new religion To escape what we've become Your signal's fading so let go And we make this new religion As the program showed us To escape what we've become
So you played along you couldn't help it And the followers stand in the line (followers stand in line) Her signal's fading so let's give it one more try As the soldiers walk right by To face this re-creation
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All you people move so slow We can tell you what you're thinking So you played along
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