She stood there and obeyed With no free will, with no dignity... ...wearing an uniform of wingless angels. There was nowhere to fly to, anyway... Both name and face were changed into a letter and numbers... ...because only then the faith of a human being can be processed into stats. With losing the common sense she also lost herself (in her own eyes) and so they stopped taking the free will of a human being seriously. The rules decided what do to... ...and a fixed schedule for every day was born. Confusion creates hopelessness while the helping hand keeps punishing...
The international classification of diseases labels a mental illness with the letter F followed by a number code which indicates the exact type of illness (e.g. schizophrenia is F.20). This lyrics are about a lost of dignity that is common for many patients in big psychiatric wards. Fixed schedules for every day with no interest in the free will and wishes of the patient, methods which are suitable rather for prison than a place where problems with souls are solved. Of course there are alternatives (more and more so called “community services”), but mental illnesses are still met with medieval prejudices such as “those who are insane are dangerous for the society and should be locked behind high walls and even better restrained and doped with drugs”. It is vital to start a discussion about topics like this one and to bring the facts about these mental illnesses prejudices to the day light, and to start to work on a general enlightenment of the society. I realize how stilted this all sounds, but on the other hand, every change starts from the bottom – in this case from a community. (Marek)