Mkultra

Out of the dark, and head-first into the fire
Waking to a sterile smell and lack of sound
Synthetic madness drips from the point of a syringe
Into an ocean of illusions on the ground
Electrodes are sparking whenever I try to think
My synapses collapsing upon my attempting to speak
Spiraling into the planes of madness
A surreal realm where fear controls the game
Rows of jagged teeth all forbidding my escape
With no choice, I walk further into the flames
In the maze of the mind, I’m trapped behind my own eyes
It’s a prison of nightmares planted inside my head
I’m a piece of the puzzle of Project Mkultra
No man alive should so envy the dead
Brains locked in chains
Surgery is the key
Erase, reformat
Fabricate new memories
The sound of steps on tile floor
Comes to a crescendo outside my door
A cacophony of metal keys
Shrieking incantations out to me
The door to hell is swinging wide
The flames of madness are roaring, high
Shadows of phantasmal figures are looming over me now
Sadists playing neurosurgeon as far as the government allows
His hands slick with cerebral fluid, the scalpel slips right through my brain
The deft hands of Death finally cast off my mortal chains
In the maze of the mind, I’m trapped behind my own eyes
It’s a prison of nightmares planted inside my head
I’m a piece of the puzzle of Project Mkultra
No man alive should so envy the dead