Probing Method 1 Video (MV)

Probed
In the frontal lobe
Say hello aliens
Welcome to my abode
It's kind of dark in here
But you can call it home
To be honest it's better
To not be alone
This mind of mind can
Be quite cold
These thoughts of mine can
Be quite bold
A rehearsal of new things
Becoming old
A reversal to methods
Involving sticks and stones
The days rearrange themselves
On this stellar plane
Our thoughts refrain
Diving into the insane
But still the reality
Of illusions probes
At our brains
And it pokes and pokes
Until everything is a joke
And we joked and joked
Until the fuse inside us broke
Where did my mind go
Where did my mind go
Where did our minds go
Where did our mind go

Digging into my mind
Like a miner
Have a truck load of coal
And there is no bed liner
If you think you're going to
Find something in my
Cave of wonders
You're wrong because
I'm already a goner
Cracking into my skull
Like it's a pecan
Screaming but no voice
Comes out
You might think this
Is a yawn
I shouldn't be so tired
I just slept past dawn
My hippocampus
Doesn't want to store
Anymore memories
Quite a useless brain you
Could say I am a celery
I be looking tasty
To all these herbivores
They always hitting me up
In the grocery stores
My brain it is a corrupt file
On the speaker I can hear
There was a spill down the
Nineteenth aisle
Where did my mind go
Where did my mind go
Where did our minds go
Where did our mind go

Corrupted
Ooooh
Where did it go
Where did it go
Where did my mind go
Where did it go
Where did it go
Where did it go
My memory is lost and sold
In exchange for information
Vital to creation
Of this new generation
Of garbage
I swear to God
This is nonsense
I've been probed
Through my earlobes
Listen close
You can almost hear
Betrayal boast
With a glass of wine
Laughing with a toast
To the days my thoughts
Drifted a coast
Watch my body float
As they take my wicked
Thoughts and wash em
Out with soap
I've been cleansed to death
I don't want a filter
I just want to release the
Inner thriller of being an
Origin killer
I'm not normalizing an
Average life
I just don't want a grandiose
Fine when my time comes
I wanna die a simple man
Left out of sight
That's impossible when I'm
Surrounded by these spies
Who keep spreading
Fake news as time flies
And people buy the lies
It's as if I've been steadily
Probed and died
Anger takes the coolest stride
Happiness at its demise
My rage is hungry
As am I
Irony your time to shine
Is this the beginning?
Or the end of times?
My brain was just set
To rewind
It's an arcade machine
Waiting for the players
To enter mind games
They f*cked with my people
And mental
So I guess it's the same thing
I'm a hand em the shovel
To dig their own graves
Call me tombstone
I've already got your
Names engraved
Yuh