Alarm

The alarm's been set for this state of being
The fraud and greed of industry
Picking profits over people, crafting debt to own and control

The business of hurt breeds sickness
Wealth isn't health when more is less
Pouring poison on people, selling symptoms not a cure
America thirsts, drinking cash, illness defined by insurance plans

Enough is enough, no experiments
My body's my own, it's not for your amusement
Pushing pills for publicity, cause and effect of currency

The air's thick with sick politics
A void of breath, a coughing fit, a choking mess

Buying bully pulpits in bulk
Vying for place to have the most

Pockets filled with people, a commodity to be bought and sold
America first leading the crash, colliding progress with the past



Credits
Writer(s): Wendy Rae Brents, Adam Alt, Joel Andrew Petersen, Han-su Kim
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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