Re-Creation

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.
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.
As the program showed us.
To escape what we've become.
So you played along, you couldn't help it.
And the followers stand in line (followers stand in line)
Her signals fading so let's give it one more try.
As the soldiers walk right by.
To face the Re-Creation.
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.
As the program showed us.
To escape what we've become.
All you people move so slowly.
We can tell you what you're thinking.
So you played along.
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.
As the program showed us.
To escape what we've become.
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.
As the program showed us.
To escape what we've become.