There's a shotgun resting against your head  Pull the trigger and you're one amongst a billion walking dead  You're a puppet and we're gonna pull your strings  Corporate Gods and Manufacturers of all your  Kings, Queens and Jesters are tools for molesters  Who rape with persistence your will and resistance    Your submission  Something you shouldn't allow  Your decision  I am your God right now  And before me you bow    You're a lab rat locked up in a cage  We're always watching, taking notes and setting up the stage  And when the rodent is hungry for some cheese  We will give you what you want but first you have to    Please us, appease us, your designer Jesus  Says do what I tell you and buy what I sell you