Slackjaw - Alustrium

In a world based on social norms, there are those who don’t fit the mold These

people… are called insane

The machines work feverishly throughout night

Never ceasing, always driving

Working to keep up the pace, continue producing

Dangerous, overheating

The surveyors pick those who underperform, the stupid to hold them back,

to replace their parts

Make them fit in, fix all their problems

The slow undergo a furious process to make them right

Never ceasing, always changing

Working to become the best, to get back in line

Constantly made to appease

The elites are well versed in machinery

Built to coerce the ones who are broken to make them function

Why is it that you refuse to stay in the lines?

I am asking you please just shut up and give in

I know it doesn’t make any sense to you now, but I promise by the end that you

won’t even care

We’ll medicate, put him under

Get the restraints, tie him to the bed

Now behave, be one of us

Why are you screaming?

He resisting, he’s so sick

Just listen to us, we know what’s right

Why is it that you refuse to make up your mind?

I am asking you please just shut up and give in

I know it doesn’t make any sense to you now, but I promise by the end you won’t

even exist

We’ll medicate, put him under

Get the restraints, tie him to the bed

Now behave, be one of us

Why are you screaming?

He’s resisting, he’s so sick

Just listen to us, we know what’s right

Crash, burn, now learn

This will not work

In our world of social norms, this one does not fit the mold

This boy has gone insane

Now, tie him down nice and tight, this is not going to go very smoothly

I’m going to shove this long metal rod into his eye and fix his brain

Good boy, now hold still

I would not want to slip up and destroy your mind

Good boy, now hold still

I would not want to slip up and destroy your mind

You have been fixed

The empty shell is all that remains

The person before now is dead

Staring slack-jawed at the wall

He’s now much less of a burden

We’ll parade him around, a triumph for science

Once guilty, now innocent

A sweet little angel, he’s helpless now but surely it’s an improvement

You have been fixed

Now offering a one time solution

A cure for mental illness

A crude, bloody, but easy trick capable of bringing them into the flock