[Intro: Spoken]
"Give me your philosophers
That we might fly high together
Above the cuckoo's nest
Of your insanity
Give me the madmen, the outsiders
Who you so decry"

[Verse 1: Penny Rimbaud]
They dig their fingers in your dirt
They poke and prod and plead to "extricate your hurt"
Dissecting memories, they're fucking with your brain
They're turning profits while they're turning you insane

[Chorus 1: Scott Sturgeon]
This system locks you up for life
They'll throw away the keys for spite
They'll search your insides as they darken any light
You'll end up empty, broken, tortured day and night

[Verse 2: Rimbaud]
They search for questioners of lies
And mental health is their disguise
But best believe they're full of hate
They will mislead us to control our shining lives
They are corrupt and vicious
Constructs of the state
[Chorus 2: Sturgeon]
These folks can lock you up for life
They'll grind and spit you out of spite
You're just a puzzle piece to prop their house of lies
Another mirror to expose their venal might

[Bridge: Rimbaud]
This one's for every suicide
Deep in the recess of my mind
Please forgive us, we are blind
And our world is too unkind
We kill the ones we claim to love
Locked up, we stare down from above

[Rimbaud / Sturgeon]
This one's for every suicide
Deep in the recess of my mind
Please forgive us, we are blind
And this world is too unkind
We kill the ones we claim to love
Locked up, we stare down from above
We kill the ones we claim to love
Locked up, we stare down from above!

[Chorus 2: Sturgeon]
These folks will lock you up for life
They'll grind and spit you out of spite
You're just a puzzle piece to prop their house of lies
Another mirror to expose their venal might
[Chorus 3]
This system locks you up for life
They'll throw away the keys with spite
They'll scrape your insides out to break the spirit bright
They'll stop at nothing to extinguish any light

[Outro]
Scripts fill your room
Sealing your tomb
Pills wash your head
Propped up brain dead