Invention of millions, of lost little sheep
The mass effect of so many, who believe all they see
The media, children, ISM, people asleep
Shot to rest in peace, and by the whispers of deceit
You let them believe, that you're still being inside
Because you saw it on the TV, so prove them all right
But only the candy, that part that they wanna have
Move me right now, they can only feel the tickle in their hands
Inside, inside, inside, inside
Close your eyes, release your mind
Consider yourself, my very one desire
Consider yourself, my slave
Consider yourself, with my fingers held
The palm of my hand, my slave
The palm of my hand, my slave
Close your eyes, release your mind
A nation of puppets, who worship a beast
Who treats the blood of their souls, as merely a defeat
If singing is believing, you can have your TV screen
I'll worship a god, or else be the same
Close your eyes, release your mind