When her body gave into that sickness again
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(She always knew it would),
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She didn't want to say a thing for fear
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That if he knew, he'd never risk
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Getting even this close to her. Fever
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Has made her shameless. She's desperate to infect,
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And she'd kill to hear him moan with misery,
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Burning sweet, keeping her suffering company with his,
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Bowels twisted from that seductive disease.
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Some shit spreads with a secret contagion,
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And you'll either be fascinated or repulsed
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By the velocity of defeat.
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Tell me, doctor, are you giving up?
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Yes, I know it's completely fucked.
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Show me a credible witness
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To the existence of a functional love...
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Or even just a functional fuck.
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Doctor, are you giving up on me?
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Don't you see it's each other we need?
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You're the sadist and it seems I just might be
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A masochist, neither one of us satisfied
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Until I'm writhing. And I overheard them say,
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"Our guinea pigs are in for it;
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We're straining day and night to find the origin
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Of this mutant strain,
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Once microscopic, now epidemic,
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Which crawled it's way into her brain."
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She didn't ask for it, but she's passing it
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To everybody she meets.
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And it might not be the most pleasurable thing,
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But the sensation can be so addicting.
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He won't surrender. His system guards against
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The potential agony. But he will never realize that,
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Consequently, he's missing out on the ecstasy.
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He won't surrender. His system protects him against me.
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Well, it wasn't caused by amphetamines,
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But his dopamine levels are unquestionably depleting,
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And my favorite hypochondriac is starting to display
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Symptoms of hysterical paralysis.
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All the doctors can say is, "There's nothing physically amiss."
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Isn't it ironic? I'm the sadist,
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But now it seems he just might be immune to what I inflict.
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The Anhedonia Epidemic
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| Light This City |
