[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] With her eyes to the ceiling and a needle to her brain She looks back into the crowd, wipes the blood and then explains How she slipped from this existence to the realm of the deranged Her becoming must be halted to reverse what she became From the looseness of her tongue, to the pollution of her aims To do nothing is barbaric, the solution is humane You must destroy the mind and hopefully retrain You torture out the wildness, then replace it with the tame Blank slate when she recovers, she won't even know her name Perfect wife and perfect lover, no resistance, no complaints My God bless the scientific cure for the insane Knew that she shouldn't go to school, but she thought that that should change
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