Hey, just what have you become

With a cash vindication

Do you think that buys salvation's end?

Do you see through me?

I'm the plastic face on you screen

Mind control



They say that we're in the final days

Religion is power

Because most of us feel like rats in a maze

Do you worship me?

I'm a bastard saint, I'm a sycophant

A parasite that lives for just one goal

Mind control



Send your money to Jesus Christ

Mail order your eternal life

Bend your mind, make you turn around

Don't believe it when they tell you

That eveng god needs money

God needs money from you



Shame can't even make them learn

They feed off the weak

And if there's a hell they're gonna burn

On your screen they worship me

I'm a bastard saint, I'm a sycophant

A parasite that lives for just one goal

Mind control



Hey, just what have you become

With a cash vindication

Do you think thy buys salvation's end?

Do you see worship me?

I'm a bastard saint of the color green