Population Control - Strung Out

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 somethin’I’ve been trying so hard to figure out.