Zydrate.
It's like a nightlight, a terrible secret illuminated amongst a corrupt society.
A garbled whisper from a corpse alley;
Zai-draehhh-ght.
An instant high that guarantees to cleanse the disfiguration.
Your purified, 21st century poison cure,
From who other than your friendly neighborhood grave robber?
And it won't cost you much if you're a scalpel slut.
"Buying Zydrate from an unlicensed source is illegal,
Grave robbers will be shot on site…."
But the support group will run as always.
Founded by GENEco's own Amber Sweet-heart.
Now you can fight for genetic perfection,
In a world run by only contradictions,
Where individuality is a curse most feared,
Zydrate is the blood of this underground world.
And who am I? The heart of Zydrate.
The clean, quick, electric glow.
Zydrate, my power, your addiction.
'Cause this little glass vial holds our future.
And it's my job,
To steal, and rob.
-Graves.
A/N: Yes, I managed to fit everything I could think of in this one, guys! From song titles to lyrics to common themes amongst the fanfiction... "It's quick, it's clean, it's pure." "21st century cure." "Friendly neighborhood graverobber." "It's like a nightlight." "Scalpel slut." "Genetic perfection." "Buying Zydrate from an unlicensed source is illegal, grave robbers will be shot on site." "Little glass vial." And, of course, "And it's my job, to steal, and rob; graves." Except I made it seem like Graverobber is signing his name at the bottom, as if this whole thing is written by and from his perspective. (I put all the lines I borrowed and do not own in quotations here in the Author's note to serve as my disclaimer). As always, read and review!