Open my skull and stir-fry my brain and call it a cure
Open my skull and stir-fry my brain if it makes you happy
Open my skull and make changes, making me not-as-scary
Misunderstandings, hindsight, and apologies
Now until death, authorities are enemies
All of your inconvenience is disposable
Call me a brat, a robot, or an animal
What if every breath you took ruined someone else’s life?
What if every breath you took filled a thousand hearts with grief?
What if you were punished so hard for every breath you took,
You endured the impact each day of life, without a break?
“Limousine Jonathan” is all gone
Far from the property you now own
Serve your employers, and be well paid
Dream of utopia, and feel good
All of the dollar-bills and coins you touch are lifeless and cold
Enemies, friends, and strangers are vermin, crawling low in your world
All you observe is just a bland, vanilla, sedative bore
Open my skull and stir-fry my brain and see if I care