Dark Alliance

DARK ALLIANCE The alchemists of old sought transformation into gold But today in an alliance with some modern necromancers They have gained their fondest wish, created riches now untold Since for every bane that’s real or hollow now they have the answer A pill or two will solve your problem and should really cut the mustard Though the end result may be that it transforms your brain to custard The secret is: the patient base is endlessly expanding With no diagnostic limit to the illnesses addressed For they now invent new syndromes pharmaceuticals demanding And print them in a book so everyone will be impressed Repackage an old drug and then promote it as solution To imaginary disease from psychiatrical collusion Then if desperate at failure to subdue resistant cases They can still resort, fall back on old tried methods to suppress Pass a lightening bolt across the brain and neutralise all traces Of free self determined thinking that the patient may attest Then an ice pick in the skull will end the process of sedation And reduce a human being to a piece of vegetation. So as each new life is broken There’s increasing coruscation In the hoards these wizards cloak in Specious science - consummation Of that quest from days of old To turn base metal into gold