Autistic brother Refrigerator mother Pills all across the floor The inside of your medicine drawer The outside, looking in Going through the eye sockets Steel walls and grey wrinkles of flesh Lithium among those neurons firing and the blood code pass from family to family And everyone else on the other side of the wall Search for a needle in a sea of hay And we poke and prod, poke and prod, poke and prod and poke and prod, We don't understand what makes us up Social science all are social fuck-ups Sad sad sister Frustrated father Do you need a place to go, do you need a room to hide in Cocktail combination, the injection Lost like a needle in a sea of hay And stacks of bills, prescriptions filled something in the way Mhhh mhhhh mhhhh The distance between ourselves and what we see as sick