Medication

Pavlov's kids are fed Ritalin at the tolling of the bell, and come salivating in their hyperactive boistericity at boredom's beck and call.
Bow to the flag - a dumbed double jeopardy and a spin on the acronym of fortune.
The mothers loot this stash of miracle-drug, trading lack of attention for re-adjusted pity, bouncing off the walls.
Trained to straighten out in a twilight of emotional catastrophe and Prozac's comedown.
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Such a tired civilization, lost and depressed. Proctor and Gamble make the rules and the health service simply drags behind.
As we turnaway 'cos we dont wanna hear the rest, It reminds us of where we let ourselves be led and confined.

Yes, its a prison of what's termed freedom, while life's self-imposed solitarily confined.
A sentence as long as you believe in none, pretended desires and a land-locked mind.