Released on November 27, 2015

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[Intro: Spoken]

"Give me your philosophers

That we might fly high together

Above the cuckoo's nest

Of your insanity

Give me the madmen, the outsiders

Who you so decry"


[Verse 1: Penny Rimbaud]

They dig their fingers in your dirt

They poke and prod and plead to "extricate your hurt"

Dissecting memories, they're fucking with your brain

They're turning profits while they're turning you insane


[Chorus 1: Scott Sturgeon]

This system locks you up for life

They'll throw away the keys for spite

They'll search your insides as they darken any light

You'll end up empty, broken, tortured day and night


[Verse 2: Rimbaud]

They search for questioners of lies

And mental health is their disguise

But best believe they're full of hate

They will mislead us to control our shining lives

They are corrupt and vicious

Constructs of the state


[Chorus 2: Sturgeon]

These folks can lock you up for life

They'll grind and spit you out of spite

You're just a puzzle piece to prop their house of lies

Another mirror to expose their venal might


[Bridge: Rimbaud]

This one's for every suicide

Deep in the recess of my mind

Please forgive us, we are blind

And our world is too unkind

We kill the ones we claim to love

Locked up, we stare down from above


[Rimbaud / Sturgeon]

This one's for every suicide

Deep in the recess of my mind

Please forgive us, we are blind

And this world is too unkind

We kill the ones we claim to love

Locked up, we stare down from above

We kill the ones we claim to love

Locked up, we stare down from above!


[Chorus 2: Sturgeon]

These folks will lock you up for life

They'll grind and spit you out of spite

You're just a puzzle piece to prop their house of lies

Another mirror to expose their venal might


[Chorus 3]

This system locks you up for life

They'll throw away the keys with spite

They'll scrape your insides out to break the spirit bright

They'll stop at nothing to extinguish any light


[Outro]

Scripts fill your room

Sealing your tomb

Pills wash your head

Propped up brain dead