MK Ultra'd

I think I've been MK Ultra'd Is that the pigs I hear raiding down the hall Is that the skunky sweet stench of marijuana This time we've gone too far I feel like I've been denied All of my precious time So where do you suggest I hide When it's all been Americanized You don't have a fucking clue Next up is acid and cocaine Let's give it just one last hurrah Built on the graves of our prison slaves Thanks America Let's dance on the sixth floor of the Murrah Thanks Tim I feel like I've been denied All of my precious time So where do you suggest I hide When I'm stuck behind the enemy lines When we were kids we were made to feel such fear and shame Just to make a buck and try to rid ourselves of the pain You can see the solution so clearly But you hold onto the past so dearly You gotta let it go Just gotta let it go You gotta let it go Just fucking let it go already I feel like I've been denied All of my precious time So where do you suggest I hide Well I say let's tyrannicide F*ck you, America No, f*ck you, America