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 elses pain
The way you like it
For you, I've become what you've made me

[chorus]
And we make this new religion
To escape what we've become
And we make this new religion
To escape what we've become

So you played along
You couldn't help it
And the followers stand in line
Your signals fading so lets give it one more try
As the soldiers walk right by
To face this re-creation

[chrous]

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

[chorus]

We can tell you what you're thinking