Released on December 6, 2024

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[Verse 1: Tony Broke]

Subjugate my haram through modified behaviour

Mine bow at shrines with my image as saviour

Drag the world into the deepest darkest social sinkholes

With those who trip, sniff and spliff and sip loads

Paranoid fearing all, as my four heads swelter

On a down road spiral, mind bending, helter skelter

Eating blue birds with artichokes as a side dish

Got dod like diddy women tax on your pockets to keep my side rich

From being shocked to going in shock with your eyes pinned

From getting side eyed with sly smirks and snide grins from injecting

From a forced confession with no priest from inspecting

Waterboard surveillance with no sleep in isolation

Deprived of senses to extract truth

Plus 79 decibels of the cult to crack you

From flashbacks of boom bap, hazmat suits in glass rooms

Remote control chip on the brain to control the doomed

Ayahuasca, intravenous psilocybin vibin'

Making sense of no sense inside your visions of violence

Chained in a dark corner, hearing the devil's whisper

As you shake hands i get Yozza Hughes to kiss yer'


[Chorus]

Mind control

A never ending search for the miracle weapon

Mind control

Mind control

A never ending search for the miracle weapon


[Verse 2: Lee Scott]

Subgenii, head-shop legal high

All seeing eye, watching the mona lisa cry

Pertemps, New Deal, CIA recruit

Spent his quarantine tent rent on a radiation suit

Just to rock an old tracky in the lab

Smiling through the pain, is he happy? is he sad?

Wide eyed Ludovico Technique, deadbeat

Ghost you in a gucci pattern bed sheet

Sleep, consume with no pulse

Tin-Man, big can; slow gulps

Banging on his chest like a marching band drum

Immune to the KGB heart attack gun

On his bill in the flat, the strings don't connect

But you can't convince him his track isn't christian rap

With an inverted crucifix stitched on his hat

Clocked his own ad-libs dissin' him when he was listening back

The last cig in the pack

Smoked it to the filter then he flicked it and spat on the floor

Cyclical patterns it's all happened before

Knock, knock jokes but he refuses to answer the door

Paranoid, delusional

Briefcase stashed above the pub toilet cubicle

Scopolamine in his Ovaltine

Sat staring at the loading screen, itching for a dopamine fix


[Chorus]

Mind control

A never ending search for the miracle weapon

Mind control

Mind control

A never ending search for the miracle weapon