Unwound - MK Ultra

Текст песни

And we’re away in our own country
Exiled in our cold feeble minds with time
To take what you have and make a cure for this disease
That’s stealing what you never loved
Before this one summertime
Was when you were around
And the other time was when the
CIA had a plot to see us dead
In at least what we see as the truth
Which was an acid dream to most
Was defined by division of the short-sighted enemies
Without control!
Without a clue!
Without revolt, you’re not a relative!
What I know can’t hurt me, what I know can’t hurt me
What I know can’t hurt me, what I know can’t hurt me