Feeding an Illness

Opiates to keep us in business, keep us in business

The prescription pads the new wish list, feeding an illness

Your mental state’s an asset, so cough it up, your state of mind, has been designed

I give the sky a kiss when I visit,

If god wasn’t dead he’d be a witness.

Feeding an illness, feeding an illness.

As above as you know is as so below,

One soul for a seat to enjoy the show.

Feeding an illness, yeah.

What good is a man full of riches,

With a skeleton for a business.

Smell the flower from under your nose,

Life’s always peachy if you’ve got a rose.

The water is just fine, just fine

Dip your self on in, self on in

You’ll be back in no time,

Now your life is given.

Your life is given

For your prescription.

Your life is given

For your prescription when we fill it.

I give a kiss to the sky when I visit,

If your god wasn’t dead he’d be a witness, And If god isn’t dead, he missed me.

I give a kiss to the sky when I visit,

If your god wasn’t dead he’d be a witness.

And If god isn’t dead, he’ll soon be.

I give the sky a kiss when I visit. If god wasn’t dead he’d be a witness.

Your mental state’s an asset so cough it up, Your bottle’s empty so we better top it up. Opiates to keep us in business,

The prescription pad’s the new wish list.