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• Artiste: Breakpoint
• Titre: Modern Medicine
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An IV itch. The tattoo swimming up her arm. The nurse's stitch. The doctor's rich. The 5 alarm, the 5 alarm. The liquor for body warmth. And this is what we came here for, another drug we can't ignore. Slightly stoned with morphine injections and Vicodin drops, causing heart attacks, heart attacks. No, they're not for fun. We speak in words that cloud thought. We keep our backs against the wall. We speak in words that cloud thought through Tylenol. Halogen lights. The light to match the tile floors. The pills that slide as water pours. The hired whores at corner stores. The hiding of cancer cures. And this is what we're paying for, another drug we can't afford. Load the infections with lethal injections to silence the crowd and their ignorant mouths. And promise just that--the lives of a cat. 9 for everyone. We speak in words that cloud thought. We keep our backs against the wall. We speak in words that cloud thought through Tylenol. She wants to get out. But she's out of her mind. And she didn't notice. No, she never noticed. These duel swinging doors, they keep her inside. These meds keep her happy. They say they keep her alive. She wasn't insane 'til the medicine came. She wasn't insane. She wasn't insane. Well so much for air. We speak in words that cloud thought. We keep our backs against the wall. We speak in words that cloud thought through Tylenol. We speak in words that cloud thought. We keep our backs against the wall. We speak in words that cloud thought through Tylenol. We ain't scared of death. We ain't scared of death. We greet the end.