And bleed mascara into the holy water supplies
Pay no attention to the men behind the barbed curtain
We are the insurgents
They flash logos and blast ghettos

The desert sky is their blue screen
And marionette strings
Conscious rappers and whistleblowers get stitches

Infecting victims with silicone shrapnel
Their embroidered neckties say, "Stop snitchin'"
Worldwide passenger pigeons deploy paratroopers
Nor the craters beneath the draped flags

Cover girl cutouts throw up pop-up ads
Now, it's raining pornography, lovers take shelter
There is a war going on for your mind
Professional wrestlers and vice presidents
Made of acupuncture needles
And online magazine racks

From Trapper Keeper collages
And meteors these days are the size of corpses

They superimpose explosions, they shout at you

To corporate crack heads
Post-production debutantes
Pursue you in NASCAR chariots
Industry insiders slang test tube babies

Want you to believe them
There's a war going on for your mind
Those hoods are there for your protection
They construct ransom letters from biblical passages
There is a war going on for your mind