Lets all drink some medication
 So the nice people in white think were all right

Lets all pretend we don’t hear voices in our head
That tell us to do evil things

Lets all concentrate 
On the blood that’s running through our veins

Lets all behave
So they don’t put us in the white room of pain

Lets all sit down
And talk about the things we see and hear

Lets all smile
And pretend that non of us are insane

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