Testo della canzone Medicines (Sweet Empire), tratta dall'album This Season Needs Torches
Medicines - Sweet Empire
Blocking out different transmitters
And popping pills at their command
Thanks to the patent pending
Greed and medicine walk hand in hand
But they say they make you better...
They said they'd make me better...
Blocking out all competition
Keep popping pills at their command
Thanks to the patent pending
Our choice is forced down to one brand
Their aid(s) comes with a price
An ironic genocide.
'Cause with the prices they set
Another man is compelled to death.
Pushed on from the critics' side:
It's time for a grand confession
That the healing's not important
And your firm withholds progression
They keep on chasing
What is on our minds
They keep on chasing
Use everything they can find
Until we think we cannot function
Without their products we would fall behind
Commercial manipulation
Was never so refined
Commercial manipulation
Was never so refined
Their aid(s) comes with a price
An ironic genocide.
'Cause with the prices they set
Another man is compelled to death.
Pushed on from the critics' side:
It's time for a grand confession
That the healing's not important
And your firm withholds progression
And popping pills at their command
Thanks to the patent pending
Greed and medicine walk hand in hand
But they say they make you better...
They said they'd make me better...
Blocking out all competition
Keep popping pills at their command
Thanks to the patent pending
Our choice is forced down to one brand
Their aid(s) comes with a price
An ironic genocide.
'Cause with the prices they set
Another man is compelled to death.
Pushed on from the critics' side:
It's time for a grand confession
That the healing's not important
And your firm withholds progression
They keep on chasing
What is on our minds
They keep on chasing
Use everything they can find
Until we think we cannot function
Without their products we would fall behind
Commercial manipulation
Was never so refined
Commercial manipulation
Was never so refined
Their aid(s) comes with a price
An ironic genocide.
'Cause with the prices they set
Another man is compelled to death.
Pushed on from the critics' side:
It's time for a grand confession
That the healing's not important
And your firm withholds progression
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