Rehab Lyrics - Cephalic Carnage

For far too long the practice of psychiatry 

Has prospered on mending society's wrong 

To cure a freak who don't belong 

It's all a bunch of lies 

Rooted at shuffling addictions around 

Distorting people's minds 

Complicating from those divine 

Tell me what's the problem, I have a cure for you 

There's nothing a prescription can undo 

You must sit and trust me, I can feel your pain 

Correcting the lithium deficiency 

In your brain with pills 

You're mad all the time 

Sedated, now you'll be fine 

Getting stoned, getting stoned 

'Cause I'm distorted from taking drugs 

Designed to help me regain my mind 

To rid the depression, I periodically endure 

I'm not right, but was better than when I came here 

Through getting stoned 

I perceive all the injections 

The scars that remain 

The needle tracks that stain the veins 

Rehab is a joke to me 

A strung out junkie needs to be set free 

Methadone clinics just won't help 

How do you rehabilitate a serial killer 

Who longs to kill, but is addicted to brutal sex? 

That's a sick addition in itself 

How do you cure obesity? 

A transient drunk? Anaclisis? 

Manic depressive psychosis? 

Over-active sex drives? 

Anorexia nervosa? Control freaks? 

Self-destructive humans? World hunger? 

Living here in torment 

It's disturbing 

It's quite contagious 

You'll diagnose 

Born deficient, comatose 

I'm a special doctor 

You don't know me 

As long as I get my money 

I've got a degree In worldly nothings 

Fine upstanding yuppie 

But I care only for cash 

For far too long 

Authority made them strong 

Rehabilitation does not work 

Because crime is high 

Rape has gone up 

So has the tension 

While psychiatrists get rich 

Feeding on the nation's insecurites 

Performing mental blasphemy as they please 

A prescription will set you free or taint your soul 

Will false hope 

Rehab is for quitters 

Who's right to say 

What is wrong or right? 

Desire consumes you are what you are 

And no one can change that stupid fact 

Molester or strung out on crack 

Rehab can only change 

Those who will be changed 

It shifts the color of addiction 

To something of the same 

Making the monkey go away 

Replacing him with a chimp 

Can't stop thinking 

About those cigarettes 

Crawl beneath the skin 

Like the man who tried to quit shooting after 25 years 

Decided to put the needle down 

And found he could no longer live 

So he tried a little bit 

No longer exists 

Death is the pain killer