Sheepfarm

On television from magazine stands I direct your every move Controlling your free mind as to what to think and who to praise Bow down and worship me you're sheep and I'm your shepherd Look at me and see all the things you want to be Bow down my sheep Elevated to god status a deity of no form and all You see me you hear me no thought no trace of ill will The world is my church media my preacher capital my pope Acceptance my absolution, pay me and you're free to be my slave Bow down and worship me you're sheep and I'm your shepherd Look at me and see all the things you want to be Bow down my sheep Burn the heretic in clothes of no brand a heathen worth all scorn Uncharted music speak in devils tongue to blind my flock and me Bow down and worship me you're sheep and I'm your shepherd Look at me and see all the things you want to be Bow down my sheep Magazines preach as tv speaks of things made beautiful for you I'm charming when necessary me the corporate god Bow down and worship me you're sheep and I'm your shepherd Look at me and see all the things you want to be Bow down my sheep