[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
With her eyes to the ceiling and a needle to her brain
She looks back into the crowd, wipes the blood and then explains
How she slipped from this existence to the realm of the deranged
Her becoming must be halted to reverse what she became
From the looseness of her tongue, to the pollution of her aims
To do nothing is barbaric, the solution is humane
You must destroy the mind and hopefully retrain
You torture out the wildness, then replace it with the tame
Blank slate when she recovers, she won't even know her name
Perfect wife and perfect lover, no resistance, no complaints
My God bless the scientific cure for the insane
Knew that she shouldn't go to school, but she thought that that should change
