Sangtekst: Fear Factory. Soul Of A New Machine. Manipulation.

Your conniving words are childishly insane
To get what you want you'll say anything
In your mind you lust to control me
You lust for control

Mold me fold me
Mold me fold me

My pain is your pleasure my agony excites you
Desperate for a change but change comes within
I'm not staying not around you
I'm stronger than you think much stronger than you

Mold me fold me
Mold me fold me

Molding and folding
Lusting for control

Molding and folding
Lusting for control

Molding folding
Lusting for control

Longing to control those without esteem
Ignorant pawns of your pathetic dreams

Dying to control those without esteem
Ignorant pawns of your pathetic dreams

Molding and folding
Lusting for control

Hatred is a tool thoughtlessly you use
Ruin an only friend with misleading rules
Contain your own rage give yourself praise
'Cause you have no shame with your callous game

Mold me fold me
Mold me fold me