They would like to play with thought control
A game of subordination
They would like to make us servile
We wouldn’t serve them, though!
They would like to make our brains work for them
With gadgets aplenty
They would like to make us serve,
We wouldn’t serve them though!
When technology takes over politics
They would like to programme our brains
They would like to make as behave
We wouldn’t serve
them though!
‘Proper’ is what they would like to make us
They couldn’t do it though!
If they play with libido
We may play with dilidos
But we wouldn’t serve them though!
Look at women, look at men, look at everything
In every whichever way you want
But you should know that your conscience
Has been taken over by science
A big con job, no less!.
Wrest yourself free from the programme
Linger over thought
Rethink everything
And get back to thought
For there is no way out
But to think this through!
The carrot and the stick
The training of the
mice
The endless research in simulation
So the brain part that is tender
The brain part that is hard
Whichever way they press
You would know where you are from!
Know that the scientist who took over your brain
Is an asshole, all around!
Vield the sword off
democracy
To cut off his cock in your brain!
We don’t want that shit
We don’t want no thought control!
When you miss your spelling
Look into the dictionary,
Look you everywhere
Because in the gap you can find the word
Because in the gap you can find the world!
They wouldn’t make you shut up
They shouldn’t make you fear
Because they have thought control
And to simulate guilt or pleasure
Is simply to press the right place!
So then your response is not your responsibility
But their dirty trick on you
Emancipate yourself from mental slavery
Every whichever way you want.
The carrot and the stick are already out
So make up your world
And throw the satan into the hell
And close the door on him,
Emancipate yourself from
mental slavery,
For now the time has come!
-Benoy.P.J
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