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So just how much ******** are you prepared to believe? Lets see, take a seat we've got half an hour or maybe even better you're locked up at my mercy & my team are giving you drugs for a diagnosis I've given you before we've even talked & hopefully the drugs are curing you of life, love, hope & any despair you're feeling at being stuck here what's that? you've ballooned in weight? all you do is sleep? your feet are turning inward? You're nearly diabetic? Your hands are always shaking? I'm shrinking your unwanted little brain? A small price to pay for the promise of freedom my little puppet on a string lets see just how much ******** we can make you believe I'll make you say it ' I'm ill' or I'll never let you out it's just my little whim you're one of the chosen few whose life will be shattered in two kiss goodbye to your emotions What? You're angry? That's atrocious. You are dangerous it's good we locked you up and what? You say you're in love? sheer Erotomania, my dear we will cure it, never fear Talking of fear, I'd say you have paranoia MHM, Psychosis, that's right, Momma Happiness is mania Sadness is depression having said that, you'll hopefully want to **** yourself after our little session to confirm my treatment of you I'm an expert I've got a degree in ******** no-one has ever dared to say I'm wrong so don't you start I do, you know have a heart & it beats only for me so if you want to be free you'd better **** it up & suffer
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
The Consultant Doctor's/ Psychiatrist's Song
So just how much ******** are you prepared to believe? Lets see, take a seat we've got half an hour or maybe even better you're locked up at my mercy & my team are giving you drugs for a diagnosis I've given you before we've even talked & hopefully the drugs are curing you of life, love, hope & any despair you're feeling at being stuck here what's that? you've ballooned in weight? all you do is sleep? your feet are turning inward? You're nearly diabetic? Your hands are always shaking? I'm shrinking your unwanted little brain? A small price to pay for the promise of freedom my little puppet on a string lets see just how much ******** we can make you believe I'll make you say it ' I'm ill' or I'll never let you out it's just my little whim you're one of the chosen few whose life will be shattered in two kiss goodbye to your emotions What? You're angry? That's atrocious. You are dangerous it's good we locked you up and what? You say you're in love? sheer Erotomania, my dear we will cure it, never fear Talking of fear, I'd say you have paranoia MHM, Psychosis, that's right, Momma Happiness is mania Sadness is depression having said that, you'll hopefully want to **** yourself after our little session to confirm my treatment of you I'm an expert I've got a degree in ******** no-one has ever dared to say I'm wrong so don't you start I do, you know have a heart & it beats only for me so if you want to be free you'd better **** it up & suffer
what it's like to be under the mercy of coercive/forced psychiatry..
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
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