I could've made a wish but it wouldn't come true

The white trash bitch controls you

Born and raised in a trailer park

And all the faces of the lies surround you

Your simple pleasures come from someone elses pain

The way you like it

For you, I've become what you've made me

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And we make this new religion

To escape what we've become

And we make this new religion

To escape what we've become

So you played along

You couldn't help it

And the followers stand in line

Your signals fading so lets give it one more try

As the soldiers walk right by

To face this re-creation

[chrous]

All you people move so slow

We can tell you what you're thinking

All you people move so slow

[chorus]

We can tell you what you're thinking