Lights On
By Raventongue
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What kind of place is this?
I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here...
There's too much white like someone
Thinks they're making walls from wings of dead angels
And too many rooms with too few people
Which is strange, because there are lots of us here
And plenty of women in white to keep us in line
There's an elephant in every room, but
We don't talk about it
And we all take our meds but
We don't talk about it
They make a mockery of childhood circle time but
We don't talk about it
And use us as couch decorations but
We don't talk about it
And if they let us out we are so grateful that
We do not talk at all
We do not talk
The white coats are used
To hide one's true colours
And the doctors, in sheep's clothing
Call us weak for traveling in packs
You become selfish in here
From all the hostility
Or you become partisan
With the presence of a common foe
There's a tactic for every terrain
A therapy for every thought
Calm-voiced, camouflaged
They make a casualty of logic
"Now that we've taken off that
Nice warm jacket you're so fond of
Maybe you can raise your arms in surrender"
No weapons, my hands
Are already where you can see them
Go ahead and strip me
Discredit if you dare
Go ahead and crucify and see if I care
We've got files
Like we're missing persons cases
But who goes looking for a loon?
If you get lost in the wilderness
Don't expect a helping hand-
it'd dirty their white coats-
But me, I'll be hiding out there
Raving in a loincloth like all the sages before me
Love thy neighbour so they put me
Next door to a psycho-path
You couldn't follow him out of the woods
He'd walk all over you
Now there are phantoms in the forest
Not howling but cackling at the moon
Bastards confiscated Occam's razor
Claiming he might try to slit his wrist
And everywhere I go
Doubting Thomas demands I show him my palms
It's nothing but a ruse, you know
So they can kidnap your humanity
So I'll stand here in the night woods
Beating back the tides of nihilism
With a light saber running out of batteries
I've got my feet wet, I'll catch my death you say
Well good, I can cage it
Then you'll have to bury me alive
Don't you hear the ticking time bomb
Click, click, click, click, click like Russian roulette?
A camera, old photographs
Don't they always have an unnerving quality when they're yours?
The shutter clicks and your frozen
And a lighter as it flicks on its flame
Unfreeze the soul and the evidence
Click, click, click, the psychiatrist's pen
One of the kind with the spring inside
That explode when they break
And it's nothing to write home about
I am jealous of the bulimic down the hall
Because genes and history can't be purged
I am jealous of my roommate's crutch because
No one leans on me anymore
Fine, I'm not invincible
But still, shut your mouth the same
And let me walk on water
I swear to God I can swim if I have to!
I already told you,
I don't want to be here
Primal therapy and you have to
Replace the furniture when we break it
Do you believe we're all interchangeable like chairs?
They claim it can cure cancer
Do they claim it can cool the globe too?
I'm not sorry to reject this
I need help but not your kind
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