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 a slavery of mankind.

Under their control!
Under their control!

Don't question the forces
That governs 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 something I've been trying so hard
To figure out.