I could've made you 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 plan 
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 the line (followers stand in line) 
Her signal's fading so let's give it one more try 
As the soldiers walk right by 
To face this Re-creation

All you people move so slow 
We can tell you what you're thinking 
So you played along