We're all consistent patients of an unseen institution.
Influence is the specialist
That we allow our figures to be exposed to,
To go under the knife for a change of attitude.
The doctor of character replaces the unfavorable organs that may seem pessimistic
With improved instruments that give off better vibes.
Some physicians go a little mad and out of hand,
And take out what's already vigorous,
Implanting synthetics of bitterness in their place.
You don't necessarily wake up from the improper resection,
As the disordered "expert" keeps you on an anesthetic
To restrict your mind from realizing what's abnormal.
One day you'll just have to pull the tube of hallucinogen away
Out of your veins,
Take the first solid breath in a long time,
And get back on track with the proper treatment.
For you've been deceived into vile hands far too long.
~D
