Letras:Strung Out. Population Control.

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 been trying so hard to figure out.