We share our sickness fervently
breathing deep contagious mist
feeding off infirmity
45 strokes a minute, baby
now get your gurney wheeling
push right through those ER doors
mask and take it one step further
to something we haven’t done before
there’s no stopping at this floor
we’re not finished till we’ve reached the morgue
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