There is a war going on for your mind.
Media Mavens mount surgical strikes from trapper keeper collages and online magazine racks.
Cover Girl cut-outs throw up pop-up ads infecting victims with silicone shrapnel.
World-wide passenger pistols deploy paratroopers, now its raining pornography. Lovers take shelter.
Post-production debutantes pursue you in Nascar chariots.
They construct ransom letters from biblical passages and bleed mascara into the Holy Water supply.
There is a war going on for your mind.
Industry insiders slain test-tube babies to corporate crackheads.
They flash logos and blast ghettos.
Their embroidered neckties say "Stop Snitching!"
Conscious rappers and whistle-blowers get stitches made of acupuncture needles and marionette strings.
There is a war going on for your mind.
Professional wrestlers and vice presidents want you to believe them.
The desert sky is their blue-screen; they super-impose explosions.
They shout at you.
Pay no attention to the men behind the barbed curtain.
Nor the cradles beneath the draped flag.
Those hoods are there for your protection.
And the medias these days are the size of corpses.
There is a war going on for your mind...
Media Mavens mount surgical strikes from trapper keeper collages and online magazine racks.
Cover Girl cut-outs throw up pop-up ads infecting victims with silicone shrapnel.
World-wide passenger pistols deploy paratroopers, now its raining pornography. Lovers take shelter.
Post-production debutantes pursue you in Nascar chariots.
They construct ransom letters from biblical passages and bleed mascara into the Holy Water supply.
There is a war going on for your mind.
Industry insiders slain test-tube babies to corporate crackheads.
They flash logos and blast ghettos.
Their embroidered neckties say "Stop Snitching!"
Conscious rappers and whistle-blowers get stitches made of acupuncture needles and marionette strings.
There is a war going on for your mind.
Professional wrestlers and vice presidents want you to believe them.
The desert sky is their blue-screen; they super-impose explosions.
They shout at you.
Pay no attention to the men behind the barbed curtain.
Nor the cradles beneath the draped flag.
Those hoods are there for your protection.
And the medias these days are the size of corpses.
There is a war going on for your mind...
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