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patients for profits - ruin79 lyrics

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[intro]
this ain’t medicine
it’s marketing in a mask —
beneath the cure — the contract
beneath the pill — the pact

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[verse 1]
they step in sick, with symptoms sl!ck on scripted lips
then exit equipped with grips of scripts, addicted quick
clinics mimic trust — but it’s a corporate glitch
where wellness is a whisper, and wealth flips the switch

monopolies mold the malady, and package the tragedy
patented the pain, and then parade it as strategy
doctors caught in the carousel, chasing the capital
drеssed in credentials but dеaling the tactical

coats white as the lies in a boardroom’s oath
code of ethics choked by a quarterly growth
from clinical trials to critical files —
they rewrite results, then distribute the vials

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[pre*chorus]
pills for the sick, like life don’t matter
truth dissolves in the ink they scatter
hope in a vial, death in design
they profit in silence, refine every line

no cure, just clients — on lifelong leases
healing’s a hustle, sold in pieces
blood in the margins, numbers in red
they bury the cure, while they invoice the dead

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[verse 2]
communities collapse while dividends double
they flood the demand, then market the struggle
price*gouge a dose, then ghost when it peaks
speak wellness in ads, but sow rot in the streets

from insulin hikes to the opiate floods
they sell the affliction, then mop it up in blood
legislation’s laced with a capital clause
where lobbyist claws rewrite natural laws

pain becomes a product, silence becomes a sale
truth wears a muzzle, while the systems derail
the sickness is systemic — dressed in a suit
where treatments are rentals, and death’s the pursuit
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[bridge]
how many dreams were overdosed?
how many scripts were ghost*composed?
the price of life — a silent bid
filed and signed, then counterfeited

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[chorus]
pills for the sick, like life don’t matter
truth dissolves in the ink they scatter
hope in a vial, death in design
they profit in silence, refine every line

no cure, just clients — on lifelong leases
healing’s a hustle, sold in pieces
blood in the margins, numbers in red
they bury the cure, then invoice the dead

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[outro]
behind the cure is a ledger
behind the pill is a pipeline
behind the sickness
is the lifeline

- ruin79 lyrics

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