[Verse 1] Here comes the nightmare, slithering down the hall. Level one, level one, they got you in their thrall. MK Ultra shadows, propaganda on the wall. Dopamine hits and your thoughts start to fall— here comes the nightmare, the nightmare is coming down the hall. [Chorus] Here comes the nightmare, the nightmare is coming down the hall. Here comes the nightmare, the nightmare is coming down the hall. Level one, level one—welcome to the hall. [Verse 2] In the velvet dark where the shadows play, they slip inside your skull and they take the reins. MK Ultra whispers in the dead of night, LSD drips slow while the doctors take flight. They break you down piece by piece, rebuild you clean, a puppet on strings in the government’s dream. Then the screens flicker on, the news starts to spin, propaganda in pixels, they tell you where you’ve been. Your thoughts aren’t your own, they planted the seed, you cheer for the war while they plant the greed. [Pre-Chorus] The music swells up, the bass hits your chest, a melody hooks you, you can’t get no rest. Entertainment’s the needle, it slides in so smooth, Hollywood dreams while they tighten the noose. Dopamine hits like a bullet of light, one like, one scroll, and you chase through the night. [Chorus] Here comes the nightmare, the nightmare is coming down the hall. Here comes the nightmare, the nightmare is coming down the hall. Level one, level one—welcome to the hall. [Verse 3] Your brain’s getting soft, it’s rotting away, a lobotomy slow in the palm of your hand every day. They own the airwaves, they own the feed, they own every song that makes your heart bleed. You hum their refrains while your mind slips away, a zombie in headphones, you dance to their sway. The entertainment’s the cage, the propaganda’s the key, MK Ultra’s the ghost that never let you be free. You think you’re awake but you’re deep in the hall, level one complete, they’ve taken it all. [Bridge] Your dopamine’s gone, your will’s on the floor, they lobotomized you and you still want more. The screens never sleep, the music never stops, the propaganda loops till your last thought drops. In Nightmare Hall’s first room, the mind is the prize, they rewired your soul while you closed your eyes. [Final Chorus] Here comes the nightmare, the nightmare is coming down the hall. Here comes the nightmare, the nightmare is coming down the hall. Level one, level one—welcome to the hall. So hum their song, scroll their feed, dance to the beat while your mind’s on its knees. The first level’s done, but the hall goes on deep— your thoughts aren’t your own, they’re the ones they keep.
