Invention of millions, of lost little sheepThe mass effect of so many, who believe all they seeThe media, children, ISM, people asleepShot to rest in peace, and by the whispers of deceitYou let them believe, that you're still being insideBecause you saw it on the TV, so prove them all rightBut only the candy, that part that they wanna haveMove me right now, they can only feel the tickle in their handsInside, inside, inside, insideClose your eyes, release your mindConsider yourself, my very one desireConsider yourself, my slaveConsider yourself, with my fingers heldThe palm of my hand, my slaveThe palm of my hand, my slaveClose your eyes, release your mindA nation of puppets, who worship a beastWho treats the blood of their souls, as merely a defeatIf singing is believing, you can have your TV screenI'll worship a god, or else be the sameClose your eyes, release your mind