Industrial Justin Timberlake

[BLCKK:]
Bitch I got money in my blood
It’s what nobody wanted but I won
I’m tryna take 'em to meet god
Fuck everyone nobody get none

What’s the problem?
I get black out I fucking evolve
Devil's son
I take bodies and fucking dissolve them

Record till I throw up blood
Pray they don’t find my funds
I take what I want, no luck
Pray they don’t meet no slug

In the mirror I see god
Under floorboards I sit and I haunt
I sank deeper, absorbed into dirt
I exist as a sin in the earth

[MKULTRA:]
Uh, piss on the floor at the rave
Reflecting shadows trapped on my cave
Entertained
By a force that don’t have a face

Obscurеd senses fill in the blank spots
Evеrything I do is run by blackrock
I am maggot, yea I am a maddock
Pacing back and forth trapped on a catwalk

Amazon drones are comin to bug me
Television screen sky
All I see above me
Something in the water and I think that it drugged me

Something in my blood and I think that it's money
Lost control
Mod my shit I'm changing code
Breaking bones

Go

This contradiction zone
Am I a body or a phone?
I'm a system blower
Uh, I lost control

(The battle for the mind of North America will be fought in the video arena; the Videodrome)
(The television screen is the retina of the mind's eye)
(Therefore, the television screen is part of the physical structure of the brain)
(Therefore, whatever appears on the television screen, emerges as raw experience for those who watch it)
(Therefore, television is reality, and reality is less than television)

[MKULTRA:]
'Scuse me, are you okay?