Medical Mind-F***

Duration

3:35

Lyrics

We’re cured by the jolt to our temples, Which shows from the blood dripping out of our eyes. Holding on to the better memories Before they disappear from the endless elective surgeries. No longer a human, but a medical condition. Studied by a monster merely pretending to listen. Our sky is filled with paper-white tiles, Our grass, nothing but the shards of prosecution files. We’re the lab rats who pump only chemicals through our pin-cushion veins, Who run around an electrocuted cage, Whose reality is a medicinal haze, Dancing in a hallucinated rain. The medicine kicks in... And now, the walls are decorated in the open canvas of a former friend. Hearts stop, and the music begins. (The rain turns into the screeching notes) The scrubs constrict us into a monotone measure, As the pen is sure to record every detail with pleasure. Our thoughts float into the ceiling fan, Our memories sucking into the ventilation system, Our dreams turned into their jack-off material, Our personality mixed into our cereal. The words start to jolt off the page, And begin bathing in the electric ocean of our brains. The floor floods in liquid nitrogen, Turning the rag-doll into porcelain. Breathing in vomited cries and plea’s, Breathing out conquered melodies. Each patient is a part of the choir of the insane asylums hidden desires: Torturing something already weak to make a brain-dead symphony. With limbs that fall like dieing leaves, It’s no wonder why I am so eager to believe That the injections are just there to help, That the wires are not crawling beneath my scalp.