Mindbender

A nation of millions

Of lost little sheep

The mass effects so many

Who believe all they see

The media's children

The people of sleep

Taught to rest in peace

By the whispers of deceit

Led to believe

That they're still free to decide

Because the t.v. gave permission

On a program on rights

Fed only the candy

The part that they wanna hear

Slowly raped though they can only feel

The tickle in their ears

"close your eyes, release your mind."

Consider yourselves my very one desire

Consider yourselves my slaves

Consider yourselves at my fingertips

In the palm of my hand, my slave."

To "leave your thinking to me..."

A nation of puppets

Who worship a beast

Who drinks the blood of their souls

As they lay at its feet

If seeing is believeing

Then you can have your t.v. screen

I will worship a God

Who allows me to think