Analysis of Mind Control

you will do what you are told until the very rights to you are sold
 Satan has a grip hold on your thoughts
 yet we have come to far not to turn back now
 why look behind when your hand's on the plow
 the system is rigged and your in on it
 some times I feel like I'm a piece of shit
 you were born in the gutter & your mother was a whore
 we need to put God's armor on that will settle the situation
 instead we like to vegetate on a long awaited vacation
 Big Brother maybe watching but I'm still not buying
 got food to eat like fish for frying
 why should I dismiss this earthly bliss
 with a time well spent in thought
 once this life is over your soul can't ever be bought
 have you forgot homeboy does thin a lot
 many win the Academy Award but they don't deserve it
 the lover in life is not the sinner the less that you give your a taker
 there's a dozen of pots in my sink give me time to think
 time to soar to reach heaven's door
 soar to parts unknown or else you will be stuck at home all alone
 many are addicted to vice in pornography but that never stopped me
 for pursuing excellence with all of my might so out of sight
 got people out in the street with viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side
 they always try to run away & hide from inside
 there's the voices inside my head a face filled with lead
 the angelic conclaves of blood soaked creatures with hideous features
 take a good look inside we have nothing to hide
 stand your ground from Satan's call the know it all
 someday you will find his people in a ditch with feverish pitch
 darkened eyes with tombstones in their brains
 zombie creatures from Hell below with tempers of fire
 blown in its fullest desire you evoke fear as your leader
 we need to start to take are thoughts captive & dismiss what is evil
 some are being caught in the middle like a basketbal dribble
 no this is real life son many moments may not turn out to be fun
 still you play the one last string that you have been dealt
 put that other book on high right back on the shelf
 he comes to kill, steal & destroy what's my one last chief aim & ploy
 keep your head in the sky and never fall prey to ever believe the lie