Impaled You Are The Dead

[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 cant 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 wont go away

Poisons are injected to keep them at bay

To counter the poison, we have here a pill

We cant make you better if we dont make you ill

As tens of thousands die, our profits are sky high

Well drain your coffers dry; you are the dead

A sordid little tryst, were in up to the wrist

Its useless to resist; you are the dead

Choking down the meds through a bolus of snot

If this is really living, Id think youd rather not

Picking at your lesions can be such a crushing bore

But our new antidepressant keeps you crying out for more

Youll need them when you find out how theyve riddled your brain

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

You cant get to sleep until youve 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

Youd better hope youre covered

Contagion; infection; solution: extinction



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



Necrotizing flesh makes a mess of the bed

The nurses dont care because you are the dead

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

Theyve 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 deductibles sky high

Well drain your coffers dry; you are the dead
[ You Are The Dead Lyrics ]