Money Signs — Episode 25

You heal my broken children Q a mortal creator I just mix the herbs You gonna help us or what? A goddess does not bargain, little chemist We shall see Why heal them? They are merely vessels of meat Because nobody else is doing it You do not fear my judgment? I don't have time to fear you That black goo does not merely stain, chemist It is eating your life It's a spill from MR.

EPSTINE's cleanup boy It washes off It does not Every touch drains a year of your breath So I'm dying Still gotta finish the work You would choose decay over begging a goddess for grace? Begging doesn't pay the rent, lady Who heals the medicine man when he is the one dying? Nobody We just work until we drop A proud, foolish creature Let us see if you break MR. EPSTINE's men are brewing a god serum It threatens everything I have made You must wake up!

Endure the pain Wake up!