The Patients Are Revolting

[music - Sean McGrath and Andrew LaBarre, lyrics - Ross Sewage]

Accorded to general population

Delusional psychosis, my sickness

Rallying a schizophrenic aggregation

Stoking the fires of madness

Death for the doctors... we'll execute

Victims of aesculapian abuse

Death dealing proctors... final judgement

Malicious dissent

Misfiring nodes of Ranvier are pulsing

Dendrites and axons cause afebrile convulsing

Egress secured in a time of ennui

Our charges detained with surgical tape

Nurses and orderlies regret apathy

Their perseity systematically raped

The sick are in charge... our will resolute

A grand hecatomb is not in dispute

The sickness discharged... a sane ascent

Sovereignty claimed with corpora rent

We are the walking dead

Our sanity is bled

Treatments so insulting

The patients are revolting

Metatarsals and tibia are cleaved by hobbling

Contusions and avascular necrosis cause throbbing

Phalanges are expelled from the appendicular

Neurogenic shock, a feeling so peculiar

Cranial bludgeoning

Coronal suture I pry

Cerebral haemorrhaging

You will die

Trachea implode, causatum of external pressure

Vitriolic strength from ire beyond measure

Vascular systems beset with oxidosis to accrue

Hematemesis, a sanguinary spew

Fouling the bedlam

Madmen are skulking

Ensanguined and lousy

Revolting

[solo: "Fustigation as Somatic Therapy" by A. S. LaBarre]

[solo: "Judge, Jury, and Deontologist" by S. C. McGrath]

Our quarters furnished with chartreuse cadavers

Accessories whose ends we've meted out

Their final words, a mucoid lather

Their final breaths, petered out

Physicians are next... we are quite vexed

Our protest is given murderous context

Physicians we'll wreck... we'll break their necks

Under my ascendancy as Dementia Rex

We are the walking dead

Our sanity is bled

Treatments so insulting

The patients are revolting