Rehab
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Pouring more into your lungs
The precious life drains faster along
The path of society's wrong
And you're out drinking
With those you belong
With all the more delight
The less you'll feel
The deeper the wrath
The swarming of the moths
And the remaining fat
The abuse of our wrath
The cure from inside
The infection of the brain
The first step
The clientele of pain
The chronic victim
The never breaking
With pills
You murder all the time
Take it now
You'll be fine
Panic sounds
The panic sounds
The sound of the start of
Taking drugs
A sign to help
To medicate
My mind
To rid the depression
And the periodontal
Endo
And I rise
Much better than
What I came in
With panic sounds
I perceive
All the injections
That remains
The needles' tracks
Stain my mind
Rehab is a joke
To me
A slough of junkies
Each piece set free
Smack the dull clinic
Just follow
How do you rehabilitate a serial killer
Who longs to kill
Who's addicted to brutal sex
That's a sick addiction in itself
How do you cure
The beast in I
The drug addict drug
Anacretist
Manic depressive psychosis
Overactive sex drive
Anorexia nervosa
Control freak
Self destructive human
Pull the plug
You should serve me
Feeling frightened
You diagnose
I reject it
Comatose
You expect it
You deserve it
The dirty mind
I kept my body
Out of existence
The worldly message
I'll just make it
But I can't forget
The cure
That's all there is
A disorder
The cure
A dissection of the brain
The cure
The dirty mind
The reaper's daughter
The source of the tension
The walls of the dreamscape
The human extinction
The security guard
The master of the speech
The message queen
The strength of a second brain
Or take the soul
With my soul
Rehab is for quitters
Who's going to say
What is wrong or right
I assume you are
What you are not
Die man
Stupid fat rat
You are strung
Out on a thread
Rehab can only take
Those who will be tamed
You see me babbling on
Addicted to something obscene
Laying in the parking lot
Away
You bathe me with a tube
You drop me in a
Fountain of syrup
And I'm breathing the spew
I am mad
I'm trying to breathe
Shit out the fucking pockets
Trying to put the needle down
Down in the stomach
Sod the kind that don't fit
Those that really exist
Nothing to make you laugh