Cure the Status-Quo
They'll label you
Try to give you drugs that disable you
Saying this will never hurt, its to save you
But it cures you
Cures you from not following the status quo
Wipe out all the truth you may know
Crayon color if it kills you
Then they'll steal you
Saying the pills will only thrill you
Arrest me cause I just want to be healthy
I don't want take the drugs that will bury me
I don't want my mind to be chemically impressed
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