I seem to ask myself "Where is my mind?" quite a lot.
There's 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 holy water supplies There's a war going on for your mind Industry insiders slang test tube babies to corporate crackheads 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 bluescreen 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 There's a war going on for your mind We are the insurgents.
I don't even know where to begin about myself so I won't, it'd probably take to much time out of you're fragile little lifes, and the thing's I would explain wouldn't make enough sense for most of your minds to comprehend so i'll just sit here before a screen and type about nothing, and when you're done, I hope you enjoyed wasting the time you could of been doing something with actual significance. Welcome to the jungle.
