It starts with the nature of the human race
 As cryptic phantom symptoms
 All dwelling in the thinnest veins but
 Nothing can reveal the course for this pain
 No biopsy or surgery will tell what lies inside of me
 Vascular system infected by bacteria
 Lymphatic system's overheating - WBCs are decreasing
 Due to leucopenia caused by Zotepine [bad word]  Dolor, Calor, Tumor
 Inflammation causing me to die
 Inject the meds into my blood
 Purify my inner thoughts [bad word] through my veins
 Do it again I must
 To cleanse my blood
 Infected is my system; now a system of decay
 Functio lesa, paralysis, toxic venom
 Constant spreading through my veins
 Central nervous system is shutting down
 As my heart begins to fail I feel the pain of pinching nails
 It's a needle penetrating the main artery
 Delivering pure life in the form of penicillin
 Now I'm healed, oh so healed
 But it's only until it starts again
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 Now the fight is on to be
 Hanging in there but
 There seems to be no hope for me
 All is gone -- nothing left
 Except for one final [bad word] test
 Please medicate my soul
 Insanity is lurking and it's going to take control
 Of a corpus oh so weak
 Inject the meds into my blood stream
 At last my system is recovering from
 Severe intoxication and from decontaminating
 Biological warfare is saving all of me
 Though my mind is scarred for life
 I am grateful I survived so now it's time
 To leave this hospital for good
 And to live the life I want
 Not fearing what is in my blood
 I want it all -- I don't care what it may cost
 I want it all -- I won't waste this second chance I got
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