I feel the cure coming
I see their templed hands quietly drumming
Eagerly awaiting the time to begin
Selling solutions to a problem that never should have been

White coats speak words pre-selected
With patent chains stamped "safe and effective"
Hope sold in vials, lined up with grace
While the crimes they committed still wait to be faced

Phase Two draws close, plans put into motion
Will you be lining up for the next cure-all potion?
Lowers inflammation, boosts T-cells they'll say
Things you could do before their spike stole that gift away

A cure for the cure, they'll softly claim
Wrapped in a logo, void of blame
An ode to health in plastic and steel
But nothing they offer is meant to truly heal