Fill your body with junk and filth, then cure it with expensive pills,

abcesses impossible to be released,

infected inside, pale face to hide.

Your health is a disaster, narcotics make your heart beats faster.

The doctor you call master.

Cancer-clusters, grown into your system,

disease spreads like a fire.

My sweat is your medicine, my profit becomeyour pills.

A leech feeding on the wrists of society's bliss.

Nicotine, caffeine and saturated fat, enjoy it while you can.

No matter how bad you live your pathetic life,

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