Your mind is made of clay To be molded into anything they want You live a life of pain, humiliation and hell But you'd better believe in God Don't step out of line or you'll find it hurts To try to be what you want Just keep your mouth shut and Conform to the crowd Is what you're really being taught Don't try to reason, they're too old Their job's to make you fit the mold Complete submission is their goal Do as you're told Don't let them win they'll fuck your life To see you scared is what they like To be your self is not a crime Fight for your right They try to run your life They think they've got the right To train you like a dog The game they play is called GodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
