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The dead eyes of a rotting nation Get sedation and medication For every kid that can't sit still Fix him with prescription pills You've got a problem Here's your prescription Simple solution for complicated afflictions A facade of happiness That will sell Anyone we can scapegoat, but ourselves If I'm diseased try and sell me a cure And I'm sure I am fucked up But decide what is worse Lithium dreams or feeling the hurt Sick, tired, panicked, or stressed? Angry, restless, manic, or depressed? ...We'll all be cured