With her eyes to the ceiling and a needle in her brain,
She looks back into the crowd, wipes the blood, then explains,
How she slipped from this existence to the realm of the deranged,
Her becoming must be halted to reverse what she became,
From the loosing of her tongue to the pollution of her aims,
To do nothing is barbaric, the solution is humane,
You must destroy the mind,
And hopefully retrain,
You torture out the wildness then replace it with the tame,
Blank slate when she recovers, she won't even know her name,
Perfect wife and perfect lover, no resistance no complaints,
May God bless the scientific cure for the insane,
Knew she shouldn't go to school, but she thought that should change