Youth Inpatient Mental Health Facility

All the little boxes across the terrain
Sheetrock and two by fours with asphalt roofing
Plywood floors and soft queens to sleep
And rectangle screens in every room

They only see what they're shown
They don't venture among the throng
They say it's God who protects them from evil
But it's really that they're too wealthy to help

The kids without parents put in facilities
Where so called mental health workers
Find their calling
With power trips concussions damaging volleys
Creating monsters, creating monsters

They say it's God who protects them from evil
But it's evil protecting them from God
From the love they could have if the screen went black
To see the eyes of the want, the need, the desperate
To look in eyes instead of pictures, representations
Of what a director and actor portrays

That never has truth like on Kensington street
Truth like the prisons where monsters are made
Creating monsters, they're creating monsters

Hallelujah, they sing in the asphalt roof churches
With screens on the walls and words that they read
Self help doctrine that's focused on money
With spiritual tidbits added for free

And the thin mats concussions ac all winter
The tears and the rapes and the power and weakness
The groups and the meds and the doctors the nurses
Creating monsters creating monsters