How the pharmaceutical companies control over population. |
Population Control She's trapped in a mass deep inside of her head "Trapped by suspicions," her therapist said She's never content, her demeanor is bleak She thinks that God made her defective and weak She Googles and watches the Doctors for clues So most of the things she believes are a ruse "I think I have cancer, my hairs falling out" "My thyroid is bad and my toe's full of gout" I look at her worry 'bout fantasy ills And cringe as she poisons herself with white pills I try to be helpful and give her advice "Those pills are not helping, they're simply a vice" "It's so hard to breathe, I've a pain in my gut" The words from her mouth make her sound like a nut She falls to the carpet and calls out my name "What's wrong with my heart?" as she whimpers in pain Then 10 minutes later she hasn't a care Doctor OZ on the tube, so intense is her stare Her brain is a festering cesspool of trouble Her body a hypnotic sore heap of rubble Her chondria's hypo, her image insane She has all to forfeit and little to gain But spreading her misery 'round like a plague And how it all started, is really quite vague She's needing attention, a pitiful id A burden to others, she acts like a kid Medical bills and forms through the house Who is this woman, she can't be my spouse? A cripple, we no longer dance in the night She's grouchy and hurt, the result of her fright I'll wait till the meds take their toll, end her life Their toxic effects will relieve all her strife One more to the dust from a pharmacy's bag They're killing off thousands a day without lag Washing our brains with the promise of health To kill everyone with political stealth |