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