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Stockhold Syndrome and a Straight Jacket
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2012 I closed the door on my self
wasn't worth it, I'm tired
No- I looked at my file
and I stamped it case closed
I'm retired
No- I stamped it dead
I am dead in my head
and I will go to bed-
this time
Take my medicine nicely
smile precisely
Because I am done
I'm society's ills
Good girl- took those pills
I am over
I'm maimed
I'm restrained
Straight jackets again
Enslaved not admired
but such pretty chains
This monster entangled
deformed- yes and mangled
it is me-
and I signed off my lifeline
to some man who wants
my time my body my crime
under his own dime
I closed the door on myself
and they opened a new one
with chain, bolts and screws on
fiberglass glued on
No- I opened that file
found what was there vile
I opened this case once again
No- no I am not tired
I will not go to bed
I'm not dead in my head
Spat my medicine nicely
in your face precisely
Because I'm not done
I'm society's ills
so I won't take my pills
I'm the general malaise
that hangs over our days
I'm not over
not maimed
no longer restrained
I'm no longer retired
In fact- I'm just freshly hired
so best step down and concede
You're done
File closed
