We used to be seen as the scourge
Society was stained by our imperfection
We were broken, we were tainted
Our mania became their torch
We were the infection
How dare we believe
Our brains were contaminated
And we were a symbol
Of the toll
And the cost
The wages of existence
But now there was a cure
We'd be changed
We'd find hope
Up from the sewers
We'd rise
And society would smile
We would be made to be
Like everyone else
Normal
Conforming
And sane
