Re-Creation
I could have made a wish but it wouldn't come true
White trash bitch controls you
Born and raised in a trailer park
And all the faces of the lies surround you
Your simple pleasures come from
Someone else's pain
The way you like it
For you
I've become
What you've made me
And we make this new religion
To escape what we've become
And we make this new religion
To escape what we've become
So you played along
You couldn't help it
And the followers stand in line
I see no fading
So lets give it one more try
As the souls just walk right by
To face this re-creation
And we make this new religion
To escape what we've become
And make this new religion
To escape what we've become
And we make this new religion
To escape what we've become
(fade)