Oddioblender Psychics Don't Need Hooks Lyrics

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I was broke and needed work
And saw an ad that caught my eye
Forfiet(?) 6 months of your life
In an experiment of the human mind
Report to central laboratory
Meet us on the seventh story
We will give you twenty grand
But isolations mandatory
Since I procrastinate
I figured that this chance was great
This must be the work of fate
So I arranged myself a date
I met with them and we shook hands
They told me all about their plan
To use me as a ginuea pig
For a process now in high demand

The process involved injecting serums in my head
Keeping me happy and fed
(???)
Ensuring me I wouldn't be dead
Guarantees are what they said
Though the drugs have benefits
There are some minor side effects

All of it sounded just fine
So I signed the dotted line
And the twenty grand was mine
By the time of 3:09
5, 10, 25
All the bees were at my hive
One last bash before I die
To do scientific jive(?)

Its been 3 months since the initial experiment
There were a few drugs to circumvent
The mental damage evident
This project's primary intent
Was to invent a new potent
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(?) human intellect
Sitting here I recollect
The chemicals that they inject
Somewhere in my cerebrum
Somethings suddenly incorrect
Yet my body feels perfect
My psychic powers are so potent
It seems so ever so relevent
To say my eyes were radiant
In a few days I learnt telepathy
Floating on psionic seas
I could hear thoughts such as these
Coming from Professor Reeves
'We can't let this man go free
for his morals may just flee.'
With my mind I said 'We'll see.'
And they all imprisoned me
Said it was for my own good
That I'd outgrown the neighbourhood
As if I was some old crook
They kept me locked up in a nook
Time's the only thing I took
Till my chains could all be shook
Then I'd have the chance to book
And give the outside world a look

The scientists wore hats made to block my mental probe
Wires heading to earlobes
So it wasn't useless hope(?)
Said I could not cope
With my rising mental slope
Me and madness could elope
Into a psychopathic joke
So I read their every thought
Every one I heard was hot
Planned to use electric shock
If I ever needed to be caught
Sure I had learned to pick locks
And I'd thrown a few pots(?)
With my telekinesis taught
I might soon be quick to trot
But I was no animal
I'll be d___ed if I'll be killed
The world needs to know I'm skilled
So I (???) Doctor Hill
Played his mind like a shooter game
With his hands I brought the pain
In ways most gory and insane(?)
I even gutted Doctor Lain
Then he freed me from my cage
My freedom and my rage
Tore in half just like a page
And I was in a b_____ haze
Time to go back to my place
And show them my mighty face
I dare anyone to f___ with me
My psionics is what they'll taste