Impaled - You Are The Dead lyrics

[music - Jason Kocol, lyrics - Ross Sewage] 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 sh** 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