Through seeking to walk his own path,
the independent mind is deemed irregular.
A problem all too solvable with rehabilitation;
Just a spoonful of drugs makes the hateful lies go down.
A psychiatric nation seeks to fix the yet unbroken,
and weaken the strong, in the name of conformity.
None too different, none too special, lest some might take offense.
At the sight of what they could have been.
At the parts of themselves they've left behind, believed to be forgotten.
Believe the lies, and make them true. At least inside your mind.
You are yourself, made by your hand; It's no one else's choice.
And that's the part they fear the most, they've none but them to blame.
