The Anhedonia Epidemic Lyrics

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

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

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

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