You Are The Dead

Ticking off the subjects in a queue of the damned

Fungible commodities to hoodwink and scam

Devouring our meds as your body wastes away

The side effects are cancer, rotten gums, and decay

You can't control the nausea or diarrheic shit

We have a pill for that but it will cost you quite a bit

The tumours are spreading and they won't go away

Poisons are injected to keep them at bay

To counter the poison, we have here a pill

We can't make you better if we don't make you ill

As tens of thousands die, our profits are sky high

We'll drain your coffers dry; you are the dead

A sordid little tryst, we're in up to the wrist

It's useless to resist; you are the dead

Choking down the meds through a bolus of snot

If this is really living, I'd think you'd rather not

Picking at your lesions can be such a crushing bore

But our new antidepressant keeps you crying out for more

You'll need them when you find out how they've riddled your brain

The boys down in the lab are making something for the pain

You can't get to sleep until you've been sedated

The pain in your liver cannot be abated

Your kidneys malfunction and your nerves are a wreck

Just keep taking our pills and keep signing the checks

Metastisizing, the cancer devours

The Reaper grimly hovers

Admitted to a hospice to rot on a mattress

You'd better hope you're covered

Contagion; infection; solution: extinction

[solo: "Ethics and the Pharmaceutical Industry" - J. Kocol]

Necrotizing flesh makes a mess of the bed

The nurses don't care because you are the dead

Not long for this earth, you have to come to grips

They've taken out the feeding tube and intravenous drip

The light is slowly fading, the voices are unclear

This has not been your year

As tens of thousands die, your deductible's sky high

We'll drain your coffers dry; you are the dead