Found a cure that doesn't killnFrom lobotomys to a pillnHeal the mad and steal their painnWhat's the industry got to gain?nnIf you could let me gonOr you could set me freenThen I would let you knownOf what's possessing menAnd I would help you outnAnd I would show you the waynAnd you could scream and shoutnCos it would end todaynnYeahnYeahnnSuicidal thoughts subsidenPermanent damage to the mindnExcuse if the one we paidnWe are gonna die anywaynnNihilistic human mindsnBreaching to the end of timenConvinced that we are insanenCurable by the damaged brain.