On prescription, on demand
Signed away by an automated hand
On your last legs, on the ropes
Switching off your character to help you cope
They say it’s wrong to be unhappy
They feel it’s wrong to be distressed
Manufactured Happiness
Manufactured Happiness
A solution, a fix
Papering the cracks and hoping it sticks
A choking smoke screen, but still they flock
To mass prescribe this personality block
Again they ignore the causes
Instead they tackle the effects
Submerging your troubles in Manufactured Happiness
With blandness, self lost
Personality termination is the cost
Inside you head, clean and fresh
Lacking the resources to consider protest