they re making you what you are soldiers with no brains you think you have a choice money chooses for you you play the role follow the herd you play the role remote controlled they scoop it up shove it down your throat and you swallow you play the role they have their hands over your ears you ll never hear the sounds that matter brainwashed by repetition with a soldering gun don t let them tell you what to like don t let them tell you what to buy you see what they decide your radio 