Level one-get your head examined,
why does this one act the way he does?
Brought him in off the streets last night,
disassociated, didn’t know who he was.
We have seen a lot of this lately,
these new kids wired wrong.
Their feet never seem to quit moving,
and they always sing this same sad song....
"Oh where have my dreams gone?
where could they be?"
Level two-come tests and observation.
Analyze the way he talks and breathes.
Stick the needles in further,
pull from the body the cause of disease.
Level three-induce the chemicals.
Take this pill and keep in line.
Empty your pockets, here’s your number
this is the answer you tried to find.
There’s nothing in streets but heartache,
its the whitewashed solution you need.
You run around holding hands with grief,
dreams are useless when you never sleep.
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