(Jason makes weird sounds, like a bird of some sort. That's right a bird.)

I kneel to you when you preach to me
You're my god you're my tv
You control what i say you control what i hear
You control what the Fuck
My whole existence revolves around this cable to my mind
It's thought parole, population control
It's slavery of mankind

Under their control!
You're loving their control!

Oooo

Don't question the forces that govern your miserable life
Don't seek out the answers that void your empty life
Cause this melancholy vision is just a brief episode
In this game called reality
It's something I've been trying so hard to figure out