| To the ones that we’ve forgotten and labelled as insane
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| In institutions rotting secret mars of family shame
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| Bound tightly and injected
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| Subdued by pill regimes
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| Suspended animation
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| Pull the rug over the stain
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| Mistreated and molested
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| Fed food not fit for pigs
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| If we’re to call them human beings why treat their lives as shit?
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| No chance of contribution to well-oiled society
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| Viewed as manure walking wastes of very air we breathe
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| Rejected disavowed
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| Buried beneath our shallow smiles
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| What do they mean for us and what do they deserve?
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| Four padded walls — their coffins
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| Underfunded understaffed
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| In a putrid squalor wallow while the rich and perfect have a laugh
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| Sons and daughters
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| Brethren and kin
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| Sisters and brothers from pictures are trimmed
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| Out of our sight, out of our minds
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| Where is the kindness on which this world prides?
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| This is the coldest song a voice could ever sing
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| It’s destined to come out wrong
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| We’ve done the damnedest things
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| Oh, the humanity
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| Denial so disgusting
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| A life shackled rusting
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| And business is booming
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| We’re vampires and should be ashamed
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| At birth found unequal
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| A real living freak show
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| Throw them in a cell and forget their existence is pain
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| What a shame
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| A shrine unto torment
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| To minds deemed delinquent
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| Place holding placation
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| The voiceless damnated can’t scream
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| Can you hear them scream?
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| Mistreated and molested
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| Fed food not fit for pigs
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| If we’re to call them human beings why treat their lives as shit?
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| No chance of contribution to well-oiled society
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| Viewed as manure walking wastes of very air we breathe
|
| Sons and daughters
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| Brethren and kin
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| Sisters and brothers from pictures are trimmed
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| Out of our sight, out of our minds
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| Where is the kindness in our humankind?
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| This is the coldest song a voice could ever sing
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| It’s destined to come out wrong
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| We’ve done the damnedest things
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| Oh, the humanity |