There's a shotgun resting against your head

Pull the trigger and you're one amongst a billion walking dead

You're a puppet and we're gonna pull your strings

Corporate Gods and Manufacturers of all your

Kings, Queens and Jesters are tools for molesters

Who rape with persistence your will and resistance



Your submission

Something you shouldn't allow

Your decision

I am your God right now

And before me you bow



You're a lab rat locked up in a cage

We're always watching, taking notes and setting up the stage

And when the rodent is hungry for some cheese

We will give you what you want but first you have to



Please us, appease us, your designer Jesus

Says do what I tell you and buy what I sell you