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What is Torture? (Radio Edit)

by Jim Flannery

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What have I done, you may ask first You don't ask them, that's what hurts the worst What have I done, you may ask first You don't ask them, that's what hurts the worst Delusion and confusion are two separate things like with state-sanctioned torture of its own citizens I'm not talking about my history for glory What I've experienced in our mental hospitals is not just a story Since I mentioned the word torture You may want some evidence You can focus on needles and restraints Without ever understanding what was done to my head You think I'm crazy? Does that make it ok? If I'm insane, psychotic, nuts or mentally ill? The truth is I'm probably human... if you can't already tell If you didn't notice we never asked who or what you are Is this torture punitive or treatment, do you even care at all? I care that you're gonna take these pills or I'm gonna shove 'em down your throat But Doc, this is America, in case you didn't know Hate to break it to you this but in this house its me who's in control And if I ever let you out of here, you'll be glad, now say, it's so What have I done, you may ask first You don't ask them, that's what hurts the worst What have I done, you may ask first You don't ask them, that's what hurts the worst Don't we have time, can't I ask questions There's no time to talk, I'm saying your emotions are like an infection But when you give me an injection, you don't know where your drugs are heading We don't mind collateral damage, but don't you worry This one's just a salt, it's like it's a natural part of your physiology If it's not working don't despair We've got a treasure trove of options we can force upon you here But Doc that's not fair you're treating something without evidence that its even f--king there Not a problem, I have the power to declare you're mentally ill And for the rest of your life, you're gonna take these pills You're not listening, I'm telling you, there's nothing to repair I know you believe I'm imbalanced and genetically unfit But believing isn't knowing, you're not being scientific Sorry you had to learn about power this way But we wrote the DSM so your identity is defined by the diagnosis we made UP, you made this s--t up, you sat in a circle pretending to be scientific and came up with these names to call people so you could brand them as subhuman so the state would let you torture them, I haven't forgot What have I done, you may ask first You don't ask them, that's what hurts the worst What have I done, you may ask first You don't ask them, that's what hurts the worst Seclusion and restraint are two separate things I don't need a United Nations Rapporteur on Torture to tell me it stings Forced treatment is torture, it's the worst way to help If I believed its real, I'd say it's the quickest way to hell Thanks for the feedback, but we're not here to believe you Now that you're leaving, how do you feel Like the only place I belong is a mental institute or jail How the f--k are you a doctor, when you've so clearly failed It's obviously not me, it's you, cause I own science That's why we keep you here forever or until you buy it So does that mean I should tell an employer about the bang-up job you've done? No problem, we've labelled your existence a stigma, so you cannot go wrong Thanks for that, Doc, but how do I talk to my family Cause no one will believe the s--t you've done when it's not shown on TV You destroyed my ability to connect And convinced me I'm broken You've tortured me and lied While my family believes every word you've spoken Complain all you want, it's not my job to listen I'm too busy helping people, not excluding children If you call what you do help, then that's just fine and dandy And if my words ruin your life, then I'll just call it branding What have I done, you may ask first You don't ask them, that's what hurts the worst What have I done, you may ask first You don't ask them, that's what hurts the worst I don't wish that you tortured me in public but don't force it on me to expose what you wanted cause my speaking about this may only make people afraid but it's your power I'm coming after, so I don't think I need to explain

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