Flobots - There's a War Going on for Your Mind lyrics
[Flobots - There's a War Going on for Your Mind lyrics]
There is a war going on for your mind
Media mavens mount surgical strikes
From trapper keeper collages and
Online magazine racks
Covergirl 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 crackheads
They flash logos and blast ghettos
Their embroidered neckties say
"Stop snitching"
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 the meteors these days are
The size of corpses there is a war going on
For your mind static breakup
We are the insurgents
Media mavens mount surgical strikes
From trapper keeper collages and
Online magazine racks
Covergirl 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 crackheads
They flash logos and blast ghettos
Their embroidered neckties say
"Stop snitching"
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 the meteors these days are
The size of corpses there is a war going on
For your mind static breakup
We are the insurgents