[ Featuring Boris's Bitches ]
Taken by a sickness?
Failing your bent test?
Not feeling your best?
Lacking some zest?
Doesn't really matter...
You're not the chooser
Of what goes into ya
You don't dare be a refuser
And so you'll be the loser
Informed consent is just some quaint idea, from the past.
You handed it over, and now we own your ass.
Don't matter if you're not ill
We'll do with you what we will
No such thing as free will
Cos you're the patient
Yeah, you're the patient
And we're going to take real good care of you!
What we'll put in you has no limit
Your life it matters not a bit
You just keep falling for our shit, you're no challenge to outwit
And we're so used to it
Do this and that you might be free
We'll move those goalposts endlessly
You're too weak and too lazy to see, that
We don't care and have no liability
No, we couldn't care less!
Don't feel bad yet? then you will
Gonna take more than your fill
Might find that it's enough to kill the patient
Oh well
Bodily autonomy?
To us that's just comedy
There's nothing you'll ever be
But the patient
Until you're dead, and then you're a covid death. Useful!
Doctor's Orders!
Your fate was fixed picked, when our fingers clicked
And you went along with it, all
Took your life and handed every bit
To people happy to end it...
Do you think you'll pull through?
Do you think you'll pull through?
You did everything they told you to
But you'll never return to the life you've known
It's terminal. Stockholm syndrome.
And you think all this is because the government wants to save you
That's how ill you are...
That's how ill you are...
