Lyrics

Mind Trip

A black hat, steel toes and a trench coat laced with explosives.
A 12 gauge, an assault rifle and a grenade.
He waltzes the waltz of the dead.
Through a cafeteria packed with students. And then he says…
“All bow to me… you are my slaves.
One by one on your knees cry all you like it only excites me.
Behold control, I’ll divide the central, this is my home,
some of you are diseased. And must leave!

Who is like unto the murderers? Will it be my child? Or yours?
Where was your lover at midnight last week? Did they dance the dance of sin?
Who knows, maybe you did? The secret is act normal right?
Times of change are under way, the children are psyched with anarchy.
Racism in its bloodline and homicide is what it shall be.

Not serial but random executions. Do not wonder why, wander from here.
It is God who will divide us, not you mortal.
Cleanse your hands break the trance of the dead.
And if happiness fails you, do not corrupt the innocent and drag the good down into your hell.

Hang up your grenade and plastique vest, hold up high your 45 and pull out the clip.
Destroy the voice of no choice eradicate the liar in your mind trip.
One by one on your knees cry all you like it only excites me.
Behold control, I’ll divide the central, this is my home,
some of you are diseased. And must leave!

Leave… leave me now!

© Ronnie LeBlanc 2025

Written, Composed, Produced & Performed Ronnie Leblanc
© Ronnie LeBlanc 2025