Chemical Imbalance - Tragedy

Mouths hang agape and drool

Mumbling incoherent anthems of acceptance and fidelity

Trained by clever men

Hell, hell is here

In hidden laboratory backrooms splicing atoms

Reducing humanity to a study on a slide

With microscopes staring deeper into eyes glazed over by fear

And desensitization from injected violence and reruns of cops

With rods they prod at our culture: scanning for DNA

And an elusive gene that they can steal bottle

And sell for profit as the next new thing

Radiation settles, water turns black with ash and discharge

Chemical imbalance

Laden with synthetics, genetically engineered life end sustenance

Ingredients unknown

Chemical imbalance

Hell, hell is here