E.L.F. (Black Science)

You can say what you like
You can say what you like, my friends
You can call me mad
You can point and laugh
But that won't change the truth

We think our thoughts are our own but they're not
We're receivers
We're like cheap radios
They've got us tuned in
We're playing their songs and we don't even know it
Our thoughts are broadcasts
Our minds are being programmed with extremely low frequency waveforms

You can laugh, my friends
You can snicker and you can sneer
But when you wake up at three in the morning, agitated and anxious
Wondering where these horrible thoughts that plague you are coming from
You won't be laughing then, will you?

Their E.L.F. generators are everywhere
They're using our TVs, our smartphones, our computers at work
They're using satellites, GPS trackers, the music piped into the grocery stores
They're beaming product placement directly into our dreams
When is the last time you had a thought that wasn't put there by them?



Credits
Writer(s): Grahm Eberhardt
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