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 believing

Then you can have your t.v. screen

I will woship a God

Who allow me to think



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