Mental Institution 101 Poem by Jeremy Willson

Our sleep medicine has worn off and we're prisoners to our insomnia again
Now like Daniel we throw ourselves into the lions den
There's a place they like to call school
Where we're all sedated and we drool
They're all teaching that's their "Medicine" that's putting us to sleep
We're addicted to this rabbit hole that is so freakin' deep
And the "Doctors" are all bored but what can they do when it's their profession?
We live in our own little society filled with Seniors, Juniors, Sophomores, and Freshmen
We will wheel ourselves to "Class" That's the rule of psychology
Everyday they mess with our minds and force it down our throats that's their ideology
I think helping us instead of just making us pass is a fragment of mythology
When will we get out?
When will we get the chance to live?
When can we see the sights and set our ships to overdrive?
Cause I don't wanna sit behind this desk forever
And work a 9 to 5 job forever and ever (forever and ever)
I want to leave whenever!
This mental institution's bringing me down (further and further)
I'm a basket case so don't praise me when I'm being a hard worker
Just bring me down to my knees and give me my medicine tonight
One day like the bird of Hermes eating it's wings to make it tame I will grow out my feathers and take my aim to flight
But for now lets get in line and put on a masquerade
Lets act like we haven't been betrayed
Reality is blurred we will never be the same
We need someone to take the blame
Who will it be?
Our parents, or humanity?
Perhaps the mental institution really is where we belong
Cause I don't want to be a part of a society that doesn't get along
What has this world come to, where it's just a race to the top?
When did it all go downhill? this madness has to stop
We need a revolution to quit this agonizing self induced pollution
I have to admit I know I will never get out of here cause the world itself is a mental institution