Heavy Mental - Elm Street

Stare at my distraction

There’s nothing to see

I will make your mind up

Commanded to lie

Absorb my tainted stories

Let me lead with fear

Submit to me your power

My work’s end is near

Dancing like a puppet

To the rhythm of the lie

Your freedom slowly wavers

As slaves you shall die

A sponsored stream of panic

Injected to your life

With open arms, it hits your mind

Your opinion is supplied

Now can’t you see?

You’ve all fallen to the trap

How can they be so… manipulated

Strapped to the chair

Awaiting your last rites

To be cast heavy mental

A feeling of penance

Shooting right inside your mind

A damn crazed war

Feel the heart, it breaks in two

Be so blind this mess it sees it through