Symptoms is a song in English
Red pill, Blue pill,
Refill til’ you feel better.
How you feel though?
Red pill, Blue pill,
You sick, you still, ill forever,
So sick!
Red pill, Blue pill,
Refill til’ you feel better.
How you feel though?
Red pill, Blue pill,
You sick, you still, ill forever,
So sick!
Fear the doctor more than death itself,
Be sick! These symptoms mean to get well,
To hell, with what you selling me, my soul’s telling me,
The medicine on your shelf ain’t meant for my health,
From Mengle, to Kavorkian, to Fauci,
Their treatment is a world that’s without me,
They say! Take this, can’t say its really going away,
Next day we terminal as cancer patients with aids, Aye,
Brave the new world, never lose the old ways,
Reconnect with nature and what the old mother gave,
Disconnect the IV, learn to deal with the pain,
Protect my genetics man, Fuck Bill Gates,
From Shamans to Hopkins, I’d say we lost it,
Even ayahuasca’s been pimped for profit.
Red pill, Blue pill,
Refill til’ you feel better.
How you feel though?
Red pill, Blue pill,
You sick, you still, ill forever,
So sick!
Red pill, Blue pill,
Refill til’ you feel better.
How you feel though?
Red pill, Blue pill,
You sick, you still, ill forever,
So sick!
Turn off the television,
Turn on ya self & listen,
Witness your health diminish,
While you ingest 12 prescriptions
Pharmaceuticals are poison but they tell us different,
Developed by the devil cause cell division to helpless victims,
& it’s just devastating
They keep us well sedated,
Away from meditation
Enslaved by medication,
& it ain’t ever changin’,
Watch em as they separate us,
Like when the natives were segregated to their reservations.