DSM 666 from Mental State by Skeletor

They tell you the cure
For your sickness of mind
What it is seems unsure
But they're sure they will find

Just the perfect concoction
Made for you and your kind
Gives a fatal reduction
Leaves hollow shells behind

It's adapt or die
Not satisfied by a reason why

After soul termination
The dependency grows
Not a slight deviation
Don't you dare to oppose

Now your mind is fried
Free from constrictions of time

Consider it a sure sign
You've dropped the ball and crossed the faultline
You've let the bastards steal your sunshine
Beholden to the swine

It's far too late now for your outrage
Through your dissolving mind got upstaged
Put down through medicinal mouthcage
Betrayed by your brain

Not insane
Whatever you're saying

Not insane
Whatever you're saying

Not insane
Whatever you're saying

I'm not insane

Forego sleeping
Insects creeping
Voices lying (no we're not)
Feels like dying

Gone

Feeling ostracized
For going where few others dare

No place to hide behind
The hunting of your kind
Deviations they will find
I'm sure you wouldn't mind

No place to hide behind
The hunting of your kind
Deviations they will find
I'm sure you wouldn't mind
Them knowing what's inside

Consider it a sure sign
You've dropped the ball and crossed the faultline
You've let the bastards steal your sunshine
Beholden to the swine

Forego sleeping
Insects creeping

What's your state of mind

Voices lying
Feels like dying

Is it fine?

Fine

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