MK Ultra - Unwound

And we’re away in our own country

Exiled in our cold feeble minds with time

To take what you have and make a cure for this disease

That’s stealing what you never loved

Before this one summertime

Was when you were around

And the other time was when the

CIA had a plot to see us dead

In at least what we see as the truth

Which was an acid dream to most

Was defined by division of the short-sighted enemies

Without control!

Without a clue!

Without revolt, you’re not a relative!

What I know can’t hurt me, what I know can’t hurt me

What I know can’t hurt me, what I know can’t hurt me