Chemicals
Only bad things can stem from a brain infection.
It looks like the cure is an injection!
But some day the medicine will not be able to stave.
And my eyes will once again be paved.
My forehead will be covered in sweat.
Wetting my hair, my first shower in a while yet.
And then after that they start to pry.
My veins are churning, so I cry.
No more cures! No more theft!
I would rather be left bereft.
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