Is this revenge, this modern, mortal plague?
Has science failed or is progress none?
No words spoken but I still hear
“No urgency – this concerns only…”
The weak – the outcasts
The weak – the worthless
Nameless white-robes exploring the unknown
Manipulating with human lives
And through this wickedness, I ask myself
Who pulls the string, who doesn’t care?
Murderers – in disguise
Murders – well disguised
Last call for faith or progress
Last call for life
Nowhere to run or hide
…When science fails
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