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