Morbid Fascination Of Death

A World Of Bones

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(Verse 1)
You cheered for tax cuts, big and bold,
But your logic’s ice where empathy’s cold.
They said it’s for families, a middle-class cheer—
But it’s billionaires laughing while your voice disappears.
Medicaid’s crumbling, ACA's taking hits,
Snatching care from fragile lives bit by bit.
The rich get richer, while the rest are stripped—
What’s a promise when so many get skipped?

(Pre-Chorus)
You call it freedom, I call it theft,
Taking lifelines—from people left bereft.

(Chorus)
No coverage, no conscience, doesn’t anyone see?
Your “beautiful bill” writes history’s mockery.
Millions lose their health—yet it’s never enough,
No coverage, no conscience, that’s realpolitik’s bluff.

(Solo)

(Verse 2)
12 million kicked off Medicaid’s floor —
Doctors turned away, hope’s at the door. 
CBO’s numbers say it slows no tempo,
17 million lose coverage—watch that divide grow. 
While hospitals choke on unpaid bills,
Families crushed under care’s cold mills.

(Pre-Chorus)
They say "We’re saving budgets, fighting waste,"
But there’s no price when this move kills grace.

(Chorus)
No coverage, no conscience, stories don’t lie,
Real people scream in the night while the rest walk by.
A future in tatters—but your coffers rise,
No coverage, no conscience—see through their disguise.

(solo)

(Bridge)
The “Big Beautiful Bill” rewrites our fate—
But the pen’s in one hand; the real cost’s the plate. 
While they claim mercy and fairness reign,
They slash safety nets—and feel no shame.

(Final Chorus)
No coverage, no conscience, this feast leaves us stripped,
They feast at our table while our lifelines get clipped.
12 million gone, 17 million more—this lie’s not benign,
No coverage, no conscience—when will justice align?

(Outro – Spoken, resigned)
You built it for the rich, with "freedom" divine—
But the rest? We just see headlines… while our rights decline.

No Coverage, No Conscience

A story that should not be told – yet it whispers through the cracks of the world.
It is temptation, the first sin, the serpent’s kiss upon bare skin.
A paradise never untouched, a wound that bled before it was ever touched.

Here the angels begin to fall, their wings blackened with lust and fire.
Kings rise from the dust, crowned with thorns, born of pain.
Voices speak of liberation, yet every promise carries poison.

Snake of Eden is no simple journey.
It is a descent into madness and desire, a dance with demons at the heart of darkness.
Pleasure becomes prayer, obsession an altar, the body an offering.

And yet – beyond the ashes, behind the walls of corruption –
lies something unknown, older, unspeakable.
Something that coils like a serpent around your heart,
until you no longer know where temptation ends and you begin.

Prepare yourself.
For the fall, for damnation, for rebirth.
For the whisper in the dark that will haunt you until you can no longer ignore it.
And perhaps – just perhaps – you will allow yourself to be seduced.

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