Under the scrutiny of my psychiatric team
They’ve got a hold on me, so it would seem
Digging their claws in, making me scream
Feels like I’m living in a bad dream.
Caught up in the medical model, warped is their vision
To medicate or not should be my decision
Medication is ‘made of sin’ is my intuition
My freedom from psychiatry will come to fruition.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 