Wander

In a world based on social norms
There are those who don’t fit the mold
These people are called insane
The machines work feverishly throughout night
Never ceasing, always driving
Working to keep up the pace, continue producing
Dangerous, overheating
The surveyors pick those who underperform
The stupid to hold them back, to replace their parts
Make them fit in, fix all their problems
The slow undergo a furious process to make them right
Never ceasing, always changing
Working to become the best, to get back in line
Constantly made to appease
The elites are well versed in machinery
Built to coerce the ones who are broken to make them function

Why is it that you refuse to stay in the lines?
I am asking you please just shut up and give in
I know it doesn’t make any sense to you now
But I promise by the end that you won’t even care

We’ll medicate, put him under
Get the restraints, tie him to the bed
Now behave, be one of us
Why are you screaming?
He resisting, he’s so sick
Just listen to us, we know what’s right

Why is it that you refuse to make up your mind?
I am asking you please just shut up and give in
I know it doesn’t make any sense to you now
But I promise by the end you won’t even exist

We’ll medicate, put him under
Get the restraints, tie him to the bed
Now behave, be one of us
Why are you screaming?
He’s resisting, he’s so sick

Just listen to us, we know what’s right
Crash, burn, now learn
This will not work
In our world of social norms, this one does not fit the mold
This boy has gone insane
Now, tie him down nice and tight, this is not going to go very smoothly
I’m going to shove this long metal rod into his eye and fix his brain

Good boy, now hold still
I would not want to slip up and destroy your mind
Good boy, now hold still
I would not want to slip up and destroy your mind

You have been fixed
The empty shell is all that remains
The person before now is dead
Staring slack-jawed at the wall
He’s now much less of a burden
We’ll parade him around, a triumph for science
Once guilty, now innocent
A sweet little angel
He’s helpless now but surely it’s an improvement

You have been fixed
Now offering a one time solution
A cure for mental illness
A crude, bloody
But easy trick capable of bringing them into the flock