Self-serve it's all that you can eat
How will we pay, we're the commodity
We can never help ourselves
We want it all and nothing else
Market plan, consumed, buy everything
Create desires and trade them publicly
The sweet smell of our excess
We choke and gag upon the stench

Every dime spared from the war fund
Another pill for us to choke on

On and on and on and on
We're never right, we're never wrong
And on and on and on and on
What's black is white, what's true is false
Take off my weary head
Fill us with medicine
We're all bogged down with dread
Fill us with medicine
Fill us with medicine

Under treat the pain, deny dignity
Subhuman graves robbed for the body
Indelible memory remains
The histories of abuse and shame
Same story, the character, a caricature
A premium paid, a misery ensured
Shocked by the inhumanity
Is this life of ours worth anything?

Every dime spared from the war fund
Another pill for us to choke on

On and on and on and on
We're never right, we're never wrong
And on and on and on and on
What's black is white, what's true is false
Take off my weary head
Fill us with medicine
We're all bogged down with dread
Fill us with medicine
Fill us with medicine

So we get, get, get what we deserve
So we try, try, try to bereave the interred
So we get, get, get what we deserve (we deserve)
This modern medicine (medicine)
This modern meta medicine

This modern meta medicine (whoa-whoa)
So let us in (whoa-whoa)
This modern meta medicine (whoa-whoa)
So let us in (whoa-whoa)
This modern meta medicine (whoa-whoa)
(Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa)

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): Christopher Lee Barker, Christopher Mark Head, Justin Cathal Geever, Patrick C Bollinger