In a world based on social norms, there are those who don't fit the mold These people... are called insane The machines work feverishly throughout night Never ceasing, always driving Working to keep up the pace, continue producing Dangerous, overheating The surveyors pick those who underperform, the stupid to hold them back, to replace their parts Make them fit in, fix all their problems The slow undergo a furious process to make them right Never ceasing, always changing Working to become the best, to get back in line Constantly made to appease The elites are well versed in machinery Built to coerce the ones who are broken to make them function Why is it that you refuse to stay in the lines? I am asking you please just shut up and give in I know it doesn't make any sense to you now, but I promise by the end that you won't even care We'll medicate, put him under Get the restraints, tie him to the bed Now behave, be one of us Why are you screaming? He resisting, he's so sick Just listen to us, we know what's right Why is it that you refuse to make up your mind? I am asking you please just shut up and give in I know it doesn't make any sense to you now, but I promise by the end you won't even exist We'll medicate, put him under Get the restraints, tie him to the bed Now behave, be one of us Why are you screaming? He's resisting, he's so sick Just listen to us, we know what's right Crash, burn, now learn This will not work In our world of social norms, this one does not fit the mold This boy has gone insane Now, tie him down nice and tight, this is not going to go very smoothly I'm going to shove this long metal rod into his eye and fix his brain Good boy, now hold still I would not want to slip up and destroy your mind Good boy, now hold still I would not want to slip up and destroy your mind You have been fixed The empty shell is all that remains The person before now is dead Staring slack-jawed at the wall He's now much less of a burden We'll parade him around, a triumph for science Once guilty, now innocent A sweet little angel, he's helpless now but surely it's an improvement You have been fixed Now offering a one time solution A cure for mental illness A crude, bloody, but easy trick capable of bringing them into the flockTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
