I kneel to you when you preach to me

You're my god, you're my TV

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

It's thought parole, population control

It's 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

It's somethin I've tried so hard to figure out



Ahh, for the second time today

Ahh, as we watch the world decay

Ahh, maybe it'll all just go away

Ahh, maybe it all just ought to go away