Re-Creation - Orgy

I could've made a wish but it wouldn't come true 
The white trash bitch controls you 
Born and raised in a trailer park 
And all the faces of the lies surround you 
Your simple pleasures come from someone elses pain 
The way you like it 
For you, I've become what you've made me 

[chorus] 
And we make this new religion 
To escape what we've become 
And we make this new religion 
To escape what we've become 

So you played along 
You couldn't help it 
And the followers stand in line 
Your signals fading so lets give it one more try 
As the soldiers walk right by 
To face this re-creation 

[chrous] 

All you people move so slow 
We can tell you what you're thinking 
All you people move so slow 

[chorus] 

We can tell you what you're thinking