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Treachery, M.D., with your dirty bag of tricks Play along, something's wrong, I need a simple fix What's the diagnosis? Am I gonna be okay? Put me on some fucking pill so I can face the day Cuz I heard you say I got a weakness, I got a filthy sickness You got a cure to take this all away Charlatans, politicians, I am on my knees Said you would help me, but you're part of the disease Cuz you're the one who benefits from these half-assed remedies And you're telling me Pull the wool over my face, it's a common case But I'm okay, I'm not afraid We're all dying anyways, I don't need you to tell me I'm okay, I'm not afraid You can fabricate a name for this made-up plague It won't change anything From Letras Mania