Testo di Submission

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