Head General Hospital

We'll kick you
 and your devotion to sloth wonder
 in caveman style
 you are only crawling faster
 your eyes indent your oblong head
 canonized in REM rhythm
 you're not standing upright yet
 sitting guilty in the spirit
 of a passive sinner
 oh look
 your head
 it's like a hospital hosting hypochondriacs"
 you got yourself uptight
 are there anymore
 facts or fiction fit for further alliteration
 you seem so safely spoon0fed
 and we can't operate on
 oblivious
 we're not partners in
 or paramedics for
 this whole world's going to make you a part of it
 this whole world is going to leave you out
 call someone to alleviate the senses
 never let
 ever let your body feel
 how your mind could leave it
 you can see it in our faces
 for we have travelled far
 your mind is a long divide
 a simple fraction of our time
 deduct your logic
 we'll lock up
 or maybe just unlatch it
 and throw yourself off
 if you were meant for the wealth of applause
 would a first floor window have a lock
 there are no bleachers by bedsides
 people build people in their (your) heads