Within this human skin
Ill she came, ill she went
With cries unheard, no angel song
No angel horn in the firmament

MK-ultra gets me high
Fema coffins when you die
Child is born into a lie
Fema coffins when you die

Into the era of slaves
From the lips and tongues of lies
Arms of men, shield in hand
No gift from God

No consulation prize!
Mk-ultra gets me high
Fema coffins when you die
Child is born into a lie
Fema coffins when you die

Mk-ultra gets me high
Fema coffins when you die
Child is born into a lie
Fema coffins when you die

Population overgrown
An agenda etched in stone
Depopulation once begun
An agenda known as 21

Mk-ultra gets me high
Fema coffins when you die
Child is born into a lie
Fema coffins when you die

Mk-ultra gets me high
Fema coffins when you die