The fall of mankind shall be heralded by silence
A ma** submission bred from resentment of our own minds
The fall of our kind shall be heralded by silence
If we don’t resist being put in binds we paid for our chains
Pity is not a birth right despite your self-inflicted ignorance
All they need is your permission vague descriptions of afflictions
To supply a new addiction to an impressionable generation
Plagued with over-sanitation leaving themselves helpless to viral mutations
Begin the amputation
Welcome to Hypochongea where the comfort zone’s a state of panic
Welcome to Hypochongea self-implemented prescription pandemic
Mental heterogeneity is a symptom of being organic
Welcome to Hypochongea self-implemented prescription pandemic
I don’t believe my thoughts are symptoms
I won’t put my brain in medicinal chains
You’re still f**ed even if you’re f**ed softly
When we sell our minds we’ll all just be bodies
Do you believe your thoughts are symptoms? Why are you so f**ing ashamed?
Your misguided righteousness has no basis in truth
How can you hold the world in your hands when it revolves around you?
When did we start trusting salesmen with our lives?
Which came first the disorder or the cure?
Sedated ma**es are easier to lie to
The more the prescribe the more dependencies grow
Cyclical systems make us buy more
Drug companies pimp for their PhD who*es
When we’re all diagnosed what will define us then?
Your only disease is life the only cure is d**h
A cure we all accept
We flaunt our minds our self-reliance is seak
Inhumanity perfects a species but dooms society
Open your eyes don’t bend at the knee
Those who see won’t follow the blind
We’ll burn their empires with our greatest tools
We’ll shine the raging fires through the prism of truths
A world of black and white expands its hues
Why do we wish we had nothing to lose?
What’s left to lose?
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