Viral Apocalypse (Fentanyl Lean)
Lean… lean… lean… | | Bodies stacked in the back of the mall, | No sirens left,
just the static call. | Air’s thick with the taste of fear,
| Scratch your throat and they disappear. | | | Cities fell without a scream,
| Truth was buried under dopamine. | They sold us peace in plastic vials,
| Now we burn in medical aisles. | | | This is the plague they whispered low,
| No warnings came, no time to go. | We eat the rot to stay alive,
| No gods left clean, just those
who survive. | | “Lean into it” | I kissed her cheek, she turned to ash,
| Coughed a prayer, then came the crash. | No cure, no end,
no moral tale— | Just skin and blood
and lungs gone pale. |Lean… lean… lean… | | | Scars map out the days I stole,
| Needles mark the price of control. | A mask won’t stop what’s in the bones,
| This world’s a hive of silent tones. | | “Lean into it” | This is the plague they whispered low, | No warnings came, no time to go. | We eat the rot to stay alive, | No gods left clean, just those who survive.
| | | There’s no dawn, just UV lamps, | No country left,
just dying camps. | You breathe, you fight,
or you collapse— | The sick run fast
and the dead don’t ask. “Lean” Lean… lean… lean… “Lean into it”
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