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 something I've tried so hard to figure out.

For the second time today,
As we watch the world decay.
Maybe it'll all just go away,
Maybe it all just ought to go away.