You Do The Meth

Indoctrinated by the tender age of three
 Groomed to be another perfect worker bee
 At thirteen she started slipping through the cracks
 Now she spends most of her days on her back making money for smack
 Oh no! We've lost all control
 So throw your corpse among the proles
 The mold's been broken since 1864
 Eat your young, bury their bones beneath the floor
 Invalidated from the gentle age of nine
 Doomed to be damaged by design
 If given a chance and not a million tests
 Maybe she wouldn't be lactating meth out of her withering breasts?
 Oh no! We've lost all control
 So throw your corpse among the proles
 The mold's been broken since 1864
 Eat your young, bury their bones beneath the floor