[intro] [Verse 1] A new super drug chewing thru our youth Societal issues turn to bodily abuse Pressed in a basement, colored to satisfy A counterfeit promise designed to feel alive Blood toxins, stamped like a brand A fox in the henhouse, selling death across the land Ten times the wreckage that fentanyl cast New threats moving, too quiet, too fast. [Pre-Chorus - energy builds] Oh no, no, no, no The truth offers a new cruelty [Chorus] The strip doesn’t catch it, the test reads clean Under the radar, thru the blood of a teen Renewing a formula, a flood from the past Once thought ingenious, engineered to outlast Empty parks, sad autopsy marks Drugs fill a void we've created in our hearts. [Verse 2] Wealthy burbs, mask the warning signs A mother’s worst nightmare frozen in time Drawer full of Narcan, a last desperate plea For a boy trying hard just to feel injury-free Escaping the pressure, the weight of dismay, Risking a heartbeat to push it away. Now the chemists are nameless, but big pharma knew— We're fed a buzz to dull the plight, ask your doctor if it's right for you. (is it right for youuuu?) [Pre-Chorus] Oh no, no, no, no The truth offers a new cruelty [Chorus] The strip doesn’t catch it, the test reads clean Under the radar, thru the blood of a teen Renewing a formula, a flood from the past Once thought ingenious, engineered to outlast Empty parks, sad autopsy marks Drugs fill a void we've created in our hearts. [Bridge] It's a powerful curse, for better or worse, Caught unprepared, the news loves a first Violent minds yield violent crimes, tweaking the chain Lining up a market on top of our pain. It hit worse than fentanyl, which we treated with shame, With cychlorphine will it be more of the same? While the social capital wanes Kids are playing a dangerous game. "ask your doctor, ask your, ask your doctor... if it's right for you. is it right for youuuu?!" [Outro] Cychlorphine. A symptom of a broken dream. The pain is invisible on a coroner's page. Just a kid trying to cope with life in a cage. Lives cut short at such a young age. Phony paradise, money concealed. Risking death, so they can feel. [READ MORE... I 🎁 you a NYTimes article: https://www.nytimes.com/2026/09/14/us/san-francisco-autopsy-cychlorphine.html?unlocked_article_code=1.BlE.VGwU.NW-BBQjgpRCC&smid=nytcore-android-share]
