Chemical Imbalance

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.