Story Behind The Song
It's all about the things in our food. It's about the chemicals the smoke stacks spit out, the muck we breathe in from engine exhaust on the road, and even the things we inhale for our personal pleasures. It's about the stuff in our booze, our medicine, and soft drinks alike. It's about the things we use needles for, like being a diabetic, or... a heroin addict. It's about the meat glue and meat substitutes they use in our fast food, our shopping markets, and our restaurants. It's about the very water we rely on for daily life... being poisoned by people who can make a profit, but always forget to clean up their mess. It's about us... being complacent with liars wearing crowns, while we all exchange visits to the hospital, where even more money is made. It's a vicious cycle of addiction, profits, and control... It's what I call "A pain that runs deep." N'Joy. Vi (Blue-Grass, Electronic, Dance, Industrial)
Song Description
It's all about the things in our food. It's about the chemicals the smoke stacks spit out, the muck we breathe in from engine exhaust on the road, and even the things we inhale for our personal pleasures. It's about the stuff in our booze, our medicine, and soft drinks alike. It's about the things we use needles for, like being a diabetic, or... a heroin addict. It's about the meat glue and meat substitutes they use in our fast food, our shopping markets, and our restaurants. It's about the very water we rely on for daily life... being poisoned by people who can make a profit, but always forget to clean up their mess. It's about us... being complacent with liars wearing crowns, while we all exchange visits to the hospital, where even more money is made. It's a vicious cycle of addiction, profits, and control... It's what I call "A pain that runs deep." N'Joy. Vi (Blue-Grass, Electronic, Dance, Industrial)
| Song Length |
5:07 |
Genre |
Electronic - General, Electronic - Dance |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Mixed Vocals |
| Mood |
Disturbed, Troubled |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
[Intro]
There's something in the sugar,
Something in the smoke.
Something in the bottle
That makes the people choke.
[Verse 1]
They didn't need a prison,
They didn't need a chain.
Only breakfast
And a soft drink for the brain.
A needle in the morning,
A cigarette at night,
A preacher on the TV
Saying everything's alright.
[Pre-Chorus ]
And if the mind can be weakened,
Then the soul can be sold.
If the people stop feeling,
Then the future grows cold.
[Chorus ]
There's something in the sugar,
Something in the smoke,
Something in the bottle
Nobody knows.
Something in the needle,
Something in the meat,
Something in the water
Under our feet.
They said it was science,
They said it was war,
They said it was freedom
Poisoning the poor.
Something in the sugar,
Something in the smoke,
Something in the country
Finally broke.
Finally broke.
[Verse 2]
They were hunting for a doorway
Through the average mind,
A way to make the worker
Leave himself behind.
Weaken them with chemicals,
Feed them fear and noise,
Turn the mothers into patients,
Turn the children into toys.
[Pre-Chorus ]
And if the truth is redacted,
Then the lie wears a crown.
If the files are in ashes,
Who can prove what went down?
[Chorus]
There's something in the sugar,
Something in the smoke,
Something in the bottle
Nobody knows.
Something in the needle,
Something in the meat,
Something in the water
Under our feet.
They said it was science,
They said it was war,
They said it was freedom
Poisoning the poor.
Something in the sugar,
Something in the smoke,
Something in the country
Finally broke.
[Bridge]
Mind control doesn't need a throne,
It only needs to make you feel alone.
Mind control doesn't need a gun,
It only needs to make you run
From yourself,
From your blood,
From the ones you love.
[Final Chorus]
There's something in the sugar,
Something in the smoke,
Something in the bottle
Nobody knows.
Something in the needle,
Something in the meat,
Something in the water
Under our feet.
They said it was science,
They said it was war,
They said it was freedom
Poisoning the poor.
Something in the sugar,
Something in the smoke,
Something in the country
Finally broke.
There's something in the sugar.