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Prescription drugs on tap,
More addictive than crack
Drugs flowing freely into the minds of people whose thought processes are no longer connecting in the right places.
A brain full of empty databases,
no longer coping with the day to day struggles.
Off sick from work,
a generation of Prozac users educated to just pop'
whenever it chooses.
Alternative therapies disregarded
as if no mental strength was ever constructed
through self-exploration or brain masturbation.
Hasn't the mind suffered enough?
All that Sky digital
taken as biblical.
Poisoning the thoughts
to enhance the self pity and increase the consumption.
Woops,I'm really sorry, that's an assumption
These people have suffered mass genocide of the brain cell,
No longer equipped to give somebody hell
But how much for that kiss' and tell'.
"Sorry, can't make it in today or tomorrow,
I'm feeling stressed out, Jermey Kyle's going to talk to me about it and give me some advice
and maybe sell me some for half price.
This will help me cope you see
with the tragedy I saw on T.V,
It was a country far away from here
Glad it's got nothing to do with me.
Surely a chemical reaction
Occurred in the brain when
Half of Sudan was slain
Yet the people were left to cope
As the world stood still and pushed the little red button
on their remote.
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