Brain Washed
It is a tool of the Devil, there is no doubt about that
In an attempt to get your mind, so he can get your soul
He targets the young ones, their minds are virgin territory
Every moment of the day and night, he knows where you are at
He will try to make you weak, telling you that he has control
Seven day a week, forcing you to hear his sick story
Over, over and over, that is his drill
Isolating you, so you will never hear the other side
Instillinng fear, so you will be afraid of everything
Telling you that he loves you, you head with his lies he will fill
Take you down to nothing, destroy your pride
Then hold you tight, telling you are his everything
Forcing the past out of your mind, so it will slowly fade away
Keeps telling you that there is no God, if so where is he right now
It is only he you should believe
His biggest fear, is that you will pray
Deep down inside you know that you are a prisoner, you have to escape some how
Afraid of being caught, you struggle to leave
The older you grow, the stronger you will get
Getting out in the world, you will see the other side
Now starting to understand, why they kept you always confused
Something keeps telling you, your past you cannot forget
Wondering why all those night you cried?
Because wicked and mean people kept you "brain washed"
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