Bottled up

Another oldie from the circuit, this one goes way back.

Ritalin Nation

How did we become a Ritalin nation?

Just when did we begin to medicate to mediate the distinction between truth and abnormality,

Manipulating right and wrong to a profit based morality,

Three out of four doctors recommend, that you suspend your own discretion,

Adherence to prescriptions, a sign of our progression,

A.D.D. attention deprivation disposition,

If child's attention span lasts the breadth of a commercial,

Makes you wonder if it’s nature or nurture?

Soccer moms on Valium; show high rates of self-satisfaction,

The numbness makes it easier to swallow daily interaction,

We all want to be sedated to the point where we don’t even feel the real,

Just the other day I saw an infomercial for my salvation,

It told me to call my doctor without hesitation,

Surgeon generals warning, you don’t need to go under the knife,

A “better” body is not a better life,

Yet we keep on fixing what’s never been broken,

Constantly feeling as we’re in need of repair,

See, the problem doesn’t matter if the solutions there,

On the other hand, is it wrong to request self medication,

Isn’t that taking responsibility for my own “situation.”

Here goes; Doctor please Placebo my ego,

I need 55 hours of analysis to tell me how to get by.

Sugar pills have the same affect, but why settle for the sugar high?

Let’s bypass the analysis and go straight to an intoxicated state,

I can buy my self-assurance at an hourly rate,

Popping pills until these chills down my spine aren’t even mine,

Diagnosing psychoses out of neuroses,

Out of those things that used to be called eccentric, different and true,

Using science to stigmatize the difference between everyone else and you,

Mold-makers don’t make room for anomalies, deviation is not inherent

But it is apparent, And apparently it must be the fault of the parent,

so these guilty children of the baby boom become engulfed in their own doom,

Convinced because they weren’t baby genius’s or athletic superstars,

That their chemical composition is somehow marred,

But rest assure there a cure,

There’s a commodity for every oddity,

We’ll bio-engineer a fear of deformity,

We can medicate and gene slice people into Utopian conformity,

You don’t feel pain; and you don’t know sorrow

Call your doctor today, to be new by tomorrow,

Doctors prescribing notions of reality,

Science making human nature its slave,

breaking what does not bend,

re-making what does not mend,

we are emblematic test tube babies, born outside natures womb,

Drug companies have privatized our lives,

Medicated and manipulated, all at the same time,

Sex love and politics all in a childproof bottle,

We are the perfect commercial, the “working” human model.