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Mischievous profit under the blood
That will never be enough
Prescriptive lies under the false promise of cure
Lie to us
Day by day making dreams bleed
Profitable guinea pigs in a society transmuted
Life that pays itself in a corrosive debt
Generations buried deep on the hope of a new tomorrow
Submerged in manufactured fictions
Diluted in manufactured threats
