They think they will win.
They have medicated us.
Put us under their spell.
Our lows are high.
Our highs are low.
No more roller-coasters.
I am happy to be alive.
The spell works so very well.
Big Pharma the grease
That keeps the machine oiled.
We sit and see the destruction.
We watch with fear and are instructed
Don’t care too much.
Don’t worry because we are fed.
The machine works for those led
To believe that it will work.
The intention is to nurture apathy.
An internal bomb waiting to explode
Inside millions now in line.
When the grid goes down, no more pills.
No more fake smiles shipped at will
To the doorsteps of those who sit
And laugh at the revolution.
Their emotional powers will be lit and set free
To burn the whole thing down.