Orgy

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 else's pain
The way you like it
For you-I've become what you made me
chorus
And we make this new religion
To escape what we've become
Your signal's fading so let go
And we make this new religion