a dedication to mental hospitals is it all a game? a game that we play as we weep through the isolation? as we lie in the loneliness as are eyes scream with fear with cries of longing for a helping comforting voice to touch our ears a game a game of smiling accepting the threats accepting the threats of destruction to our hearts we came to mend not to place a bandage over its a game a game we play cause without the game theres no way out theres no way to "recovery" no way to normality no way to what we see as happiness for it does not lie here but in t he substantial beings of the mind its there you can't see it no matter what you can't see it because its not there until you see it

Bad attitudes No gratitude Lazy Crazy All dicks No brain Makes me insane While we’re creating They’re just procreating We’re trying to grow But it’s their seeds we sow Nasty boys are born that way Don’t care if they take our pay Feed our addictions out of hate We’ll die at that rate The smirks Jealousy lurks Darkness in their eyes Love is what they despise We call them politicians Not rhetoricians