Fiendish Instrumental, The Fiend and The Doctor, Part 1

Prelude: 

A Fiend Is Born-

Why should I live with this pain for another day? 
Doc says take these pills it'll go away. 
But they come from a basement not to far away. 
Specially made just for me, just the other day. 

I fiend to gain a feeling that just went away. 
So I pay for my fix and pop my problems away. 
An addict what a shame, that's what my family say.
But at least the world's subdued for another day.

Introducing The Doctor-

So I sit. Looking down from above where I'm proper. 
Any sickness, I got what you need, I'm the doctor.
My Surgeon General he approved, he's my watcher. 
He got the tools to do internal exams, and I'm the proctor.

Got a Chemist from Columbia, named the Witch Doctor,
Cooks my product by the pound, nobody's goods are hotter, 
Got a boat to transport my goods called it the sea otter,
Get 'em right to your home my shipments arrive proper.

The Fiend Takes Form-

I'm locked in. To a game I can't win. 
Lost in a maze with no end. To this itch that's beneath my skin. 
Urging me deep within. To swallow my soul once again.
And rely on the meds which I already depend. 

I try to escape from the pills that took my friend.
I dig deeper, trying to run and hide from my sin. And hopefully then. 
Find the entrance where I fell in. Except all I see is my next of kin: 
Devils Advocate, and he's the one who pushed me in.

The Doctor Takes Flight-

I just sit. And watch those who prescribe my powder. 
To the fiends who crave for it every min of the hour. 
Pharmacy's located on the corner of every abandon tower. 
Coming to a hood near to you already placed the bowers. 

My weapons buy you out and siege power. 
Your men work for me, and you they devour,
Savage in this game, self directed I empower,
Capitalizing business men, your worlds ours.

Intermission... The Saga Continues.