The Medicinal Curse

This is the story of my madness, which flung into rage. I was no longer allowed to that free zone, a mind off my own. All off a sudden, I was owned. Owned by doctors, judges and nurses, believe me, I have seen their curses. They killed the free-thinker in me. I met you the killer of thoughts, the blindfold, the veil. I had no longer acces to my own head, I met the zombie instead, The blank I had wedded. Owned by doctors, judges and nurses, believe me, I have seen their curses. They killed the free-thinker in me. Up and down, up and down, the same corridors Those hospital hallways, so endless and long, in there I belong. And I no longer belonged. Owned by doctors, judges and nurses, believe me, I have seen their curses. They killed the free-thinker in me. Grief, rage and despair that's what you brought I do not care about your college-degree, Maybe one day you'll see, me and Foucault agreed.