Chemical, Imbalance,
god is my, physician…
don’t forget to call,
to call, for the refill…
Falling into, artificial bliss
better living, is all we need
Better living… through chemistry…
Impotent, and worthless
I slip further, deeper, into…
Month by month, a drone to all,
that is, synthetic slavery…
Better living… through chemistry…
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