The Frank Olson Experiment

(Intro)

 

From mind control to murder motherfucker.

 

(Hook x2, 0:11)

 

We’re all born in a prison of lies don’t lie to self we’re all in it for life.

The only time your truly heard’s through a listening devise.

We’re all born in a prison of lies keep your head down a bit of advice.

Make us think death is true freedom so they left us to die.

 

(Verse 1)

 

The year was 1910 Olson was born to immigrant parents

 

hard work and vision is cherished unlike today the kid isn’t embarrassed.

 

now 1938 he got a college degree, kids and a marriage

 

and man if she isn’t the fairest for her he stay on the mission like Ares.

 

He’s a young American just living his best,

 

but this is still America yo college got him living in debt.

 

So old Olson folded and fucking enrolled in the

 

Reserve Officers Training Corps to pay off them college costs.

 

World War II rolls around active duty called him off

 

little did he know he’d be the center of an American holocaust.

 

1942 he’s a fucking Captain in what they calling the Chemical Corps,

 

tailor made just for people like him it should threaten us all.

 

Working side by side and hand in hand with ex-Nazis

 

developing LSD later used by the likes of Charles Manson and Tex Watson.

 

Aerosolized anthrax ah thems the good old days

 

this time it’s stamp bags almost like they planned that.

 

(Hook x2)

 

We’re all born in a prison of lies don’t lie to self we’re all in it for life.

The only time your truly heard’s through a listening devise.

We’re all born in a prison of lies keep your head down a bit of advice.

Make us think death is true freedom so they left us to die.

 

(Verse 2)

 

November 20, 1953

 

They told you what this is motherfucker you defending peace

 

heavy evidence of North Korean war crimes

 

heavy LSD and torn minds and he knows they’re ready to take more lives.

 

He seen whole villages fall to the floor sick with sore eyes,

 

he watch torture devises used more times than I can form rhymes.

 

He simply seen too much it weighed on his deformed mind

 

he needed help so they sent him to a retreat for the poor guy.

 

Deep Creek Lake was the ominous name they called it.

 

Honestly it fucking looked god damn awesome.

 

There went our tax dollars. Jet skis and lobster.

 

Anything to tame the monster that was the promise…

 

then they spiked his drink and what happened next is nothing but darkness.

 

His bosses gave him an offer “you’ll see our psychologist son, we got ya.”

 

November 28, a week and a day later they offed him,

 

he was beaten and tossed out a 13 story window by his partner.

 

(Hook x2)

 

We’re all born in a prison of lies don’t lie to self we’re all in it for life.

The only time your truly heard’s through a listening devise.

We’re all born in a prison of lies keep your head down a bit of advice.

Make us think death is true freedom so they left us to die.