A nation of millions of lost little sheep,
The mass effects of so many who believe all they see,
The media's children,
Ah yes, the people of sleep,
Taught to rest in peace by the whispers of deceit.
You're led to believe that you're still free to decide,
Because you saw it on the TV, some program on rights,
Fed only the candy, the part that they wanna hear,
Slowly raped though,
They can only feel the tickle in their ears.
Close your eyes, release your mind,
Close your eyes, release your mind.
Close your eyes, release your mind,
Close your eyes, release your mind,
Close your eyes, release your mind,
Close your eyes, release your mind.
Consider yourselves my very one desire,
Consider yourselves my slaves,
Consider yourselves at my fingertips,
In the palm of my hand, my slave.
Leave your thinking to me.
Close your eyes, release your mind,
Close your eyes, release your mind,
Close your eyes.
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 you can have your TV screen,
I worship a God who allows me to think.
Close your eyes, release your mind,
Close your eyes, release your mind,
Close your eyes.
