Strung Out

(Jason makes weird sounds, like a bird of some sort. That's right a bird.)
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 the Fuck
My whole existence revolves around this cable to my mind.
it's thought parole, population control
it's slavery of mankind.
Under their control!
You're loving their control!
Oooo
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 been trying so hard to figure out.