Dear sons and daughters, of forgotten fathers
We were born dead on accident, we're a failed experiment
Of a doctor who lost his notes, proscribing patients a lethal dose with two parts love and one part lust one part greed for both of us

There's no cure for our dysfunction
So we celebrate our condition

The bottle broke pills fell out, We overdosed on lovers’ doubt The bottle broke we drank it all passed out and missed the doctor’s call

Pills plastic and bottles thick
The diagnosis is in we’re sick.


Lyrics submitted by Razmig

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