[NEWS INTRO – COLD / CYNICAL] (distorted news anchor voice) “According to the Federal Health Office, cases of chronic pain are rising rapidly. Alongside illness, social pressure, media overload, work demands and fear of falling behind are identified as major triggers. Similar to the United States, the consumption of painkillers and opioid substances continues to rise…” (digital noise, crackling, fade out) [INTRO – ETHEREAL FEMALE VOCALS] (distant, fragile, apathetic) “Breathe slow… that’s good… in… out… relax… don’t feel… don’t think… stay still…” (808 drops) [VERSE 1] Wake up, pain already standing at the door, head pounding, chest tight, body keeping score. Pills lined up, every color got a role, don’t care what they’re called, just need control. Side effects? I choose not to read, don’t open the leaflet, that shit plants seeds. Can’t quit now, pain walks next to me, freedom for my mind, death stairway for my body. [HOOK / CHORUS – CYNICAL, HARD] Welcome, dear pharma patient, no cure in the system, just drugs that sedate you. Your fault, yeah, remember that line, we don’t heal, we just sell it — take it, you’ll be fine. Thanks for feeding the industry, fingers crossed it won’t be the end of me. [VERSE 2] Here I stand, still young, still functioning, nine to five deal got my soul buffering. Everyone wants more, nobody sees you, ego on ego, that’s the world they feed you. But I got my own escape plan ready, needle here, patch there, mind stays steady. Float away, chemically blessed, corner man got options more than life itself. Thank you society, thank you labs, selling numbness like it’s progress in a glass. [HOOK / CHORUS] Welcome, dear pharma patient, no cure in the system, just drugs that sedate you. Your fault, yeah, remember that line, we don’t heal, we just sell it — take it, you’ll be fine. Thanks for feeding the industry, fingers crossed it won’t be the end of me. [BREAK – ER / CHAOS] (heart monitor: beep… beep… faster) “Blood pressure dropping!” “Adrenaline, now!” “No time left!” (metal clatter, breathing machine) [VERSE 3 – CONFRONTATIONAL] This ain’t a crisis, this is design, a system that lives when you’re running out of time. If profit goes up while life gets cut short, neutrality’s guilt wearing a clean white coat. I don’t rap for peace that swallows it all, I rap for the rage screaming “enough” through the walls. They say “no alternative” — that’s a lie, only thing without options is human life. [HOOK – VARIATION / ACCUSATORY] Free will or survival mode, there’s drugs for everything but a real way home. Money’s in consumption, not in the cure, if it’s my choice, I’m blamed — if it’s need, they ignore. When will the state show more than talk? Research the healing, I’m done with the chalk. [BREAK – ER / OVERDOSE] (monitor accelerating) “Naloxone!” “Adrenaline!” “We’re losing him!” (sirens, chaos) [FINAL HOOK – NEAR A CAPELLA] We’re losing him… we’re losing us… no defibrillator for morals. We’re losing him… we’re losing us… when nobody steps in. [OUTRO – RESUSCITATION / COLLAPSE] (flatline tone, then unstable) “Stay with us…” “We’re losing him…” (voice distorted, breaking) “We’re losing us…” (slow fade out)
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