(Jason makes weird sounds, like a bird of some sort. That's right a bird.) I kneel to you when you preach to me you're my god you're my tv you control what i say you control what i hear you control what the Fuck My whole existence revolves around this cable to my mind. it's thought parole, population control it's slavery of mankind. Under their control! You're loving their control! Oooo Don't question the forces that govern your miserable life. don't seek out the answers that void your empty life. cause this melancholy vision is just a brief episode in this game called reality. It's something I've been trying so hard to figure out.