Mk-Ultra

A knight in rather clunky armor riding over hills
Under their sweating, building up bulbs
A car a reason a purpose of what's come over me
Under their sweating under their sweating

Open run, resolve, don't ya know
I locked my glass heart in a brass box
And I know, I'll need
A bigger Alan wrench to fix it

Mak, Ken don't fuck with my mood
Mak, Ken, don't fuck with me

But I never really think about it
How really all I give are problems
And the dinosaurs burn the same
Occupying different facets of my lead
Oscillating to the backdrop of instruments
Pois-son-in-ing
I'll be there when I'm dead, we'll talk shit when I'm dead

But Mak, Ken don't fuck with my mood
Oh Mak, Ken don't fuck with me

But Mak, Ken don't fuck with my mood
Oh Mak Ken don't fuck with me
Like you did, when we're young
Forcing wrecks, toy car pile up
In the woods, yeah we'll see
What this brass box hides
Oklahoma felt so long to me, out here
You're gone
In the thick, and in the brush
I find my own, my own resolve
Just like him, just like him
Mak ya listening?



Credits
Writer(s): Laken Carlson
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