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lee scott - mnd+ctrl lyrics

[verse 1: tony broke]

subjugate my haram through modified behaviour
mine bow at shrines with my image as saviour
drag the world into the deepest darkest social sinkholes
with those who trip, sniff and spliff and sip loads
paranoid fearing all, as my four heads swelter
on a down road spiral, mind bending, helter skelter
eating blue birds with artichokes as a side dish
got dod like diddy women tax on your pockets to keep my side rich
from being shocked to going in shock with your eyes pinned
from getting side eyed with sly smirks and snide grins from injecting
from a forced confession with no priest from inspecting
waterboard surveillance with no sleep in isolation
deprived of senses to extract truth
plus 79 decibels of the cult to crack you
from flashbacks of boom bap, hazmat suits in glass rooms
remote control chip on the brain to control the doomed
ayahuasca, intravenous psilocybin vibin’
making sense of no sense inside your visions of violence
chained in a dark corner, hearing the devil’s whisper
as you shake hands i get yozza hughes to kiss yer’

[chorus]
mind control
a never ending search for the miracle weapon
mind control
mind control
a never ending search for the miracle weapon
[verse 2: lee scott]
subgenii, head+shop legal high
all seeing eye, watching the mona lisa cry
pertemps, new deal, cia recruit
spent his quarantine tent rent on a radiation suit
just to rock an old tracky in the lab
smiling through the pain, is he happy? is he sad?
wide eyed ludovico technique, deadbeat
ghost you in a gucci pattern bed sheet
sleep, consume with no pulse
tin+man, big can; slow gulps
banging on his chest like a marching band drum
immune to the kgb heart attack gun
on his bill in the flat, the strings don’t connect
but you can’t convince him his track isn’t christian rap
with an inverted crucifix stitched on his hat
clocked his own ad+libs dissin’ him when he was listening back
the last cig in the pack
smoked it to the filter then he fl!cked it and spat on the floor
cyclical patterns it’s all happened before
knock, knock jokes but he refuses to answer the door
paranoid, delusional
briefcase stashed above the pub toilet cubicle
scopolamine in his ovaltine
sat staring at the loading screen, itching for a dopamine fix
[chorus]
mind control
a never ending search for the miracle weapon
mind control
mind control
a never ending search for the miracle weapon

- lee scott lyrics

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