Your Hospital Bed is Being Made

This is our hypochondriac world
Paranoid as every moment is unfurled
As each new untested serum is twirled
A deadly shot for every boy and girl,

Time to depopulate this crowded planet
All the elites long ago planned it
All those vials already in transit
Mankind always recovers from another big hit,

Look how well we fear monger
The holdouts can't last much longer
As our repeated propaganda grows stronger
I detect your mood is a bit too somber,

We had all the toxins ready
Our narratives were consistent and steady
The one who died after the shot his name was Eddy
Tell her not to look at the needle and grab her Teddy,

Don't tell us about that Hippocratic Oath
It's about profit for you and I both
If you're stupid enough to believe the bluff
Then you certainly deserve to get snuffed,

A vaccination is supposed to provide immunity
But we use MRNA with impunity
Don't ask me where's my humanity
We're much more evolved than monkeys in a tree,

So save that conscience for another day
Or roll up your sleeve and just fade away
That's all I'm worried about is getting paid
By the way your hospital bed is being made.