Take your medicine,
It will make you well.
Take your medicine,
We can't have you rebel.
Your creativity is sickness,
Independence a disease
That Our medicine and institutions
can help decease.
Stable is a mind we can control.
So listen here and do as you're told.
take your medicine.
Give us your mind to mold.
The moon grins.
Edges curled like a Cheshire cat,
watching, waiting, taunting.
Much like a game of cat and mouse
and I am trapped.
My every move is futile.
Fear sets in and I run faster,
but every action is a dead end.
The moon knows,
and it grins.