[Verse 1] Hey you, with the curious brain — Why don’t you think like the collective chain? You’re asking questions, how absurd — Let’s call a doc, you’ve got a dangerous word. You're not in sync? That’s a red flag. Thinking for yourself is such a mental drag. We’ve got a label just for you — “Non-compliant” with a side of “screw is loose.” [Pre‑Chorus] If you resist, you must be ill — Take this pill and sit real still. Rebellion’s just a symptom now, Of a mind that needs to be taught how. [Chorus] So diagnose your independent mind, We’ll help you fall in step, aligned. Original thought is so passé — Conform, obey, and smile all day. Diagnose your dangerous views, We’ve got therapy and state-approved news. If you speak out, we’ll treat your brain — Welcome to the Thought Restraint Campaign. [Verse 2] That old man with books and doubt — He speaks too loud, let’s shut him out. He’s not sick, but we’ll pretend — That critical thought is a mental trend. He read a study, he asked “why?” Oh dear, that’s paranoia — classified! We’ll gaslight him with gentle care, And tell him freedom is unfair. [Pre‑Chorus] Again: If you resist, you must be ill — Hold still, here comes the mental drill. You’re not aligned? Then you're unstable — Time to slap a DSM label. [Chorus] So diagnose your independent mind, Let’s calibrate you to the hive design. Deviation is a sin today — Obedience is the only way. Diagnose your dangerous views, We’ll medicate and cleanse the news. You don’t comply? That’s a disease — We’ve got soft walls and brain therapies. [Bridge] Think freely? You maniac! Get back in line before we crack Your little shell of inner doubt — This is what surveillance is all about. [Breakdown / Spoken Word] “You’re lying to me,” I whisper low — And suddenly, I’m the mental foe. “Non-mainstream views? A symptom chart.” They’ll break your will, then call it art. [Final Chorus] So diagnose your curious soul, Eradicate that thinking hole. Ask no questions, nod on cue — And we might just approve of you. Diagnose your need to speak, Silence now, or you’re clinically weak. It’s not control, it’s just concern — And if you scream, well, that’s just your turn. [Outro] In this new age of mental health, We cure with shame, and call it stealth. You’re not sick, you’re just… too real — And that’s a wound we have to heal.
