There's a War Going on for Your Mind
There is a war going on for your mind
Media mavens mount surgical strikes
From Trapper Keeper collages
And online magazine racks
Cover girl cutouts throw up pop-up ads
Infecting victims with silicone shrapnel
Worldwide passenger pigeons deploy paratroopers
Now, it's 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 supplies
There is a war going on for your mind
Industry insiders slang test tube babies
To corporate crack heads
They flash logos and blast ghettos
Their embroidered neckties say, "Stop snitchin'"
Conscious rappers and whistleblowers 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 superimpose explosions, they shout at you
Pay no attention to the men behind the barbed curtain
Nor the craters beneath the draped flags
Those hoods are there for your protection
And meteors these days are the size of corpses
We are the insurgents
Media mavens mount surgical strikes
From Trapper Keeper collages
And online magazine racks
Cover girl cutouts throw up pop-up ads
Infecting victims with silicone shrapnel
Worldwide passenger pigeons deploy paratroopers
Now, it's 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 supplies
There is a war going on for your mind
Industry insiders slang test tube babies
To corporate crack heads
They flash logos and blast ghettos
Their embroidered neckties say, "Stop snitchin'"
Conscious rappers and whistleblowers 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 superimpose explosions, they shout at you
Pay no attention to the men behind the barbed curtain
Nor the craters beneath the draped flags
Those hoods are there for your protection
And meteors these days are the size of corpses
We are the insurgents
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Malloy Brackett, Kenneth Fredrick Ortiz, James Alexander Laurie, Mackenzie Allyn Roberts, Andrew Michael Guerrero, Jesse Taylor Walker
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