The Scared, the truth, the moneyBright lightsThe Scared, the truth, the money by waddledee13
Cold and sterile table
Empty and clean
Ready and afraid
Do you trust them?
What happens if you can't?
Who will you go to then?
Who can you trust with your life?
To save it
Not for the money
But for the feeling of a saved life?
Breathing fast and shallow
A blue covered person
'Are you ready?'
'Don't worry you'll be fine'
Large companies laugh at you
Only a small replaceable experiment
No longer do you breath
But not enough to die
Alive you will stay for the research to be done on you
The last thing you know is fear
And your fear will
Never be known
Who will tackle the possible fact
that anytime they could turn on us?
Money is everything
And I will do anything to get if from you
As long as I'm not the one to kill you
Good. Sweet. Money.
Made of fear and the unknown fact that
I can do this to you.
Harvest you for the good of the rest?
Or for the good of bein