Consider yourselves my very one desire,
Consider yourselves my slaves
Consider yourselves at my fingertips,
In the palm of my hand, my slave.`
To `leave your thinking to me...`
A nation of puppets
Who worship a beast
Who drinks the blood of their souls
As they lay at its feet
If seeing is believing
Then you can have your t.v. screen
I will woship a God
Who allow me to think
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