[Intro]
An anatomical anomaly, a chemical facade
Münchhausen syndrome of your own design
A factitious disorder line by line
The microscopy doesn't lie, the agar plates are full
[Verse 1]
Step up to the podium, unmasking the fraud
We see the Escherichia coli swimming in the shunt
A self-inflicted sepsis for a publicity stunt
Contaminating cultures just to fabricate a chart
Pathological malingering, a parasitic art
You’re seeking the attention, looking for the dose
But the diagnosis shows that the host is moribund and gross
Let’s talk about the Yersinia pestis in the blood
A modern-day pandemic dragging honor through the mud
Bubonic, pneumonic, a synthetic black death
Suffocating as you succumb to the last ventilator breath
[Pre-Chorus]
Histrionic personality, engineered disease
Brought down to your knees by your own falsities
We’ve exposed the levers that you tried to pull
[Chorus]
You claim the purulent discharge is infectious and deep
But you’re just harvesting the horror that you wanted to reap
A walking biohazard, but the science is clear
The only thing that’s terminal is everything we hear
Fake, fake, a pathological lie
Infecting your own lines just to watch the numbers rise
[Verse 2]
And then there’s Pseudomonas aeruginosa, blue-green sheen
The prettiest infection that you’ve ever seen
You crave the colonization, you beg for the culture
Somatization circling exactly like a vulture
Look at the anatomy, the breakdown of the skin
Where the purulent smegma and the rot begin
A secondary yeast infection, Candida run wild
An odorous secretion, putrid and defiled
The vulvovaginitis has gone totally necrotic
A localized infarction that is deeply antibiotic
Marital abandonment, bedroom isolation
Coitus avoided from the rancid ulceration
Debriding every single word you try to say
A total decomposition of your capability
[Pre-Chorus]
Histrionic personality, engineered disease
Brought down to your knees by your own falsities
We’ve exposed the levers that you tried to pull
[Chorus]
You claim the purulent discharge is infectious and deep
But you’re just harvesting the horror that you wanted to reap
A walking biohazard, but the science is clear
The only thing that’s terminal is everything we hear
Fake, fake, a pathological lie
Infecting your own lines just to watch the numbers rise
[Bridge]
Behold the suppuration of a fraudulent state
The exudate of malice, the secretion of hate
Turning your synthetic symptoms into absolute dust
[Outro]
No sympathy for the self-induced trauma
No applause for the clinical drama
Escherichia coli in the IV line
Yersinia pestis in the grand design
Necrotic, septic, completely exposed
The file is sealed, and the case is closed
