Prozium, the great nepenthe
Opiate of our masses
Glue of our great society
Salve and salvation
It has delivered us from pathos, from sorrow, the deepest chasms of melancholy and hate
With it, we anesthetize grief, annihilate jealousy, obliterate rage
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(Prozium...)
Prozium...
Prozium, the great nepenthe
Glue of our great society
Prozium, annihilate jealousy, obliterate rage
Those struck by disease
Nothing to nothing
From death into dream
In dark dwarven caverns
In bright elven trees
Nothing to nothing
From death into dream
Prozium...
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