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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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