Vulture Industries
Pills of Conformity
No no, This face must go
It will not do, We require another you!
It will not fit, The place for which
You are intended, it must be mended
That frown won't do, but we have a cure for you
A certain remedy, for all those grave abnormalities
We'll make you smile, as you walk the mile
The cogwheels turn, the bridges burn
This cure will stick

There are no ills, these pills won't fix
When ill mouths speak, these pills will educate the weak

Life has it's price, and yours aren't right
Deviance will disintergrate, conformity facilitate
The clockwork of a healthy kind
Paint on a smile, step into line
You'd better learn, if not you'll burn

There are no ills, these pills won't fix
When ill mouths speak, these pills will educate the weak

Never stray, from the proper way
Nod and obey
Obedient souls survive the day
Behold your only true messiah
An entity of which you're a part
A vast and cold indifferent being
A grey clad mass without a heart

Take your pills!
Cure your unmutual soul
Purge your ills
Accept your given role
Take your pills!
Cure your unmutual soul
Purge your ills
Accept your given role
Hush

One for your brothers, and one for yourself
Two for slight deviance, for rejection awaits seventeen grams of lead