Blood money

Snake oil for what ails as health fails, all for sales
A pill for when you get ill, just a few details
Fly in the ointment, appointment, a spider is on the prowl
Adds talking. on sacred ground we're walking, murder most foul
Contract with the devil who will revel, before you sign on the line
They tell you you must take it and it will make it fine
One little thing, just a small sting, there may be side effects
A rotting liver, a cancer giver, bleeding eyes, sexual defects
The first, a vessel to burst, the next causes a thrombi
It stops depression's pain but paralyses the brain, now you're a zombie
Stock holders to thrill, pockets to fill the money rolls in
One pill to the next from a PDR text, a pharmaceutical sin