Don’t know if you will get out of this alive
There are those whose job it is
To make sure you don’t survive

There is money to be made
Killing off the old and sick
It’s part of corporate thinking
It’s what make them tick

And crocodile tears the will cry
As they watch you die

It’s all about the money
No matter what they say
That’s why they never tried 
To help you all the way

Delays and weak excuses
Allow the deaths to rise
You can see financial satisfaction
In their eyes

With empty sympathies they lie
Just hear their plastic saddened sighs
And question why deaths are so high
As they watch you die


As they watch you die