I could've made 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 pain

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 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

Chorus

All you people move so slow

We can tell you what you're thinking

So you played along

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