Countless Projects
“time and time again
age will defy the greatest of men”
father time will subtract our mind
and fuse it together with Alzheimer’s,
he’ll slowly turn us back into a child,
containing us inside ourselves,
lost within the wild, exiled,
I know you’re in there somewhere,
I just can’t seem to pick the lock,
such a Trojan horse can’t be stopped,
our heads will die once the body starts to rot,
so where do we go from here?
I don’t believe it has to end like this,
the human body just can’t survive
an environment so toxic,
it’s clear we’re all part of an experiment,
you’ll be the one who’s diagnosed next,
our disease is positioned so perfectly
in the places we’d least expect,
tightly packed on supermarket shelves
and hidden within each poisoned breath,
there’s a killer in the air,
an addiction, crystal meth,
heroin & needles,
drug pushing pharmaceutical reps,
the pusher, the junkie
they’re one of the same,
but only one is to blame,
our illness is an industry,
our death, a temporary inconvenience,
the moment you rely on the words of a clinician,
you’ve resigned yourself to the five sense prison,
their wisdom has no latitude,
medical science can’t be viewed
as a solution to the eternal ‘why’,
they’ll simply slice you up when you die,
your organs become a set of props
used to teach the lie,
new young minds will find no answers
to man-made disease,
it’s clear we’re all part of an experiment,
you’ll be the one who’s diagnosed next,
we are the pretext, born statistics
the unwitting subjects
of countless projects
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