I've got the cure for distraction
It comes in a capsule
For the small price of your soul
We can make you the slave we need you to be
And if you don't want it
I'm sure we can find another sickness in you
Cause a brain we can't diagnose
Is a brain we can't control
It's educational medication
To fix the millennial generation
Since it's harder to change the world than it is
To take a pill and make you fit right in
And if you don't want it
We can make you need it
I'm the guy with the latest and greatest
in heinous pleasures and pains and chemicals to put in your brain
To put in your vein
The flight that never sustains
I bring you the poison cup
It's your choice to drink
You tell me you like the taste of it
As you slowly drift off to sleep
I got blood on my hands
I'm the slow death of choice
I'm a peddler of illness,
Leave you without a name devoid of a voice
In the era of the DeGeneration
I gather my wealth through devilish persuasion
For I am the giver as I am the taker
I introduce lost souls to their maker
I am the illusionist I'll show you the sacred through sacrilege and vice,
I'll teach you the new religion,
I'm the millennial Christ
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