No Cure

Choke slow air so carcinogenic
Portholes deflate infected souls
Umbilical chords plugged inside the clinic
Rotting slow new poisons taste like heaven

Strung along generic masses
Wives tales and rose colored glasses
Eat me slow mosquito glows
White jacket blood spilled money flows

Radiate emancipation
White blood cell evaporation
Project my guts in slowest motion
Eradicate, no magic potion

No, There’s no cure
So thy say (so they slay)
Placebo void
Waste away