#mindcontrol
Righting our parents’ wrongs is very hard,
And fixing broken minds can be even harder.
Maybe we should try harder to fix our behavior.
Cause our behavior can harm more than it helps.
Our impact is always affected by our intent,
And we must always try to be kind.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 7:43 PM UTC
bruises wear (where)
no one can
see
Unexplained trauma made
by professional assassin
who look handicapped
mentally or urban socially
leisurely poking
at tender flesh an teeth
and yet can not be seen
surely not of magic
but in it method's
of pure scientific mind
and it control
how many are their
or am i just one
of many thousands ?
could you please
give a dam about me
SOS
Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 6:29 PM UTC
Where My teeth-is (lyric-kids- crossover )
Hootie hoo
Where you be
could you be hiding
up under my feet
Hootie hoo
Hootie hoo
look-e look-e
are you, playing
hide and seek
walk yourself
back to me
Hootie hoo
Hootie hoo
Hootie hoo
can't find my teeth-is
i need them,
to chew
oh! hell, Boo hoo
i am gonna get you
This is not peak-a-boo
come back to me
here i look up and down
now i look like a clown
and i can't find my teeth-is
anywhere around this town
i look up
i look down
Hootie hoo
Boo hoo
it seems that
the tooth fairy
has lost her freak-en mind
now it time to get her behind
Hootie hoo
Boo hoo
she snapped all of
them, in the front
she is a real nut
Hootie hoo
Boo hoo
with just the roots
left behind
Hootie hoo
Boo hoo
Hootie hoo
Boo hoo
aka: lyricvixen
Oct 25, 2024
Oct 25, 2024 at 12:24 AM UTC
Encephalon is the flagitious syndicate target
To imprison the saintly and resistant population
In the research agenda which is classified
We are selected guinea pigs in a nightmare
To the unethical secret operations
Unknown to many, is the silent suffering
Of isolated victims living amongst the community
Satellite surveillance includes electromagnetic harassment
That burning, thought stealing, control of limbs feeling
I was done by the hoary Navy's sonar
Poor dolphins washed up Cornwall's beach(1)
After sonar echoed in my right lughole
Mind control technology has evolved
The community are recruited by false propaganda
Thats the local police, council, library, not restricted to neighbours
Old style Cointelpro is in play
Discredited, slanders, and victim blaming
Who can we share with but other targets
Nobody asked which human is for "use" in trials?
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC
i should be in a war
i should be fighting
for my own freedom
the mind is not a joke
its difficult to control
i feel like crying
but whats the use
we are all in a journey
the destination
we all know about it
just do not take me yet
let me breath for a while
let me laugh like my friends
i deserve it, this is not the end yet
telling me about how life is useless
will not help
i need to be normal
the mind is not a joke
#RIP Avicii
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 9:06 AM UTC
maybe it's just holes in my ears
i never did fill them up with gold
maybe it's just the color of my skin
i didn't try to draw it
you have no idea
it's what you tried to say
what i should have said
are you so weak
that a disagreement
makes you want to **** me
that's why i have holes
fill them with your hatred
and it will fall out the other side
try to rub it on my skin
and the ways of my father
will tell you that I am a man
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC
I stood in awe of this being
Who commanded my heart
Took hold of my attention
And worked my mind
Like a master puppeteer...
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 7:09 PM UTC
Mind control, is it not?
Engulfing the minds of the population
Desperate for admiration
Intriguing the population
As the damage is forgot
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
Racing in the blood
A war in your veins
Breathes multiplied
A chill remains
Clenching of fists
Heavily battering eyelashes
Chattering of teeth
This is going to take a while...
Clearing thoughts
Cleansing minds
Strengthening a heart
Piecing the puzzles
Connecting messed up lines
Untying the knots
Take a look...
...there is a warrior in my hazel eyes
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 9:19 AM UTC
*Do you remember that young child so innocent and small?
Do you remember her laughing as she ran down our hall?
Do you remember that little girl with that big eyed smile?
Who saw happiness and sunlight in all that came?
I cannot remember her, in fact I have never seen her again.
She sits in a mirror young and small, but instead of running she's forced to crawl.
She cries and cries as she runs from the unknown,
I asked her once why she's so afraid and with a sad reply that answer was shown.
There stood a shadow, with blood on his hands,
Then to my horror I fell-I once knew this man.
Until then I realized I had lost my innocence to this game,
I was controlled by the trauma that made me forget my own name.*
❣
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 4:13 AM UTC
No amount of pills could ever "cure" me and no amount of doctors could truly know my pain,
Why I refuse to look in any mirror and why I sometimes almost go insane.
No therapy could ever make it "disappear" completely, or diagnosis try to "understand" me.
You see, I am not crazy or lost, I am not wanting "attention" or daft,
But I search for all that I've lost-
Freedom and memory, my smile and laugh.
❥
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
"Happiness is wrong,
Sadness is right,
Healing is darkness,
And pain is the light.
To conquer pain is to add more,
On this you can be sure.
Love is hatred and cruel,
No one could ever love you- this world is dull."
If that is so, I would rather be killed saving lives,
Than live in peace within your twisted lies.
❥
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC
*Shattered mind and stolen heart,
What you did was pull me a part.
From all that was and ever will be,
Not only did you govern my life but take my sight to see.
Throwing me back into the world, thinking I would be just another "machine",
I ran far away and found God within.
I now know men can be evil and often do cruel injustice to those blind,
You ask why I do what I do? Maybe because I believe in Freedom of mind.*
❥
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 3:42 AM UTC
From name to name I tried to fit what would please you,
From "Skia" to "Luchesi" to ones like "Paradeaux".
Over and over I tried to find an image that would keep me from pain,
To my misfortune you only used it for personal gain.
I have come to the point of duality,
An awful state of mentality,
Where freedom is lost not just in body,
But mind and life;
To cause sickness, fear,
Frustration, insanity
and ongoing strife.
What is my name? Do I really even know?
Who was I before I became a prisoner of control?
Everyone has grown hatred wanting to call justice,
But you see I understand now-that is why I instead call unto forgiveness.
**Never hold onto hatred no matter what you've lost, not even the amount of fear, damage and pain-
Not even when you have lost your very own name.**
❥
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC
Before you
speak
do
wish
think
or feel
think about it
for yourself,
make sure it's real.
Because nine times of out ten, chances are you'll catch your mind
in a game of pretend. The only difference is there's no fun in the end.
Just a lonely game for one, so why begin?
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC