[intro]
Screen glow flickers on the sterile white wall.
A manufactured crisis, right on schedule.
[pre-chorus]
Check the charts, count the lines, trace the infection,
A carefully curated clinical projection.
But the mirror doesn't lie when the feed goes dead,
Just a hollow echo of the venom you spread.
[chorus]
Nefarious Nikki, spinning your web so cold,
A counterfeit trauma beautifully retold.
You put your knee on the neck of the truly weak,
But it’s your own diagnosis that’s looking bleak.
Yeah, you’re drowning in the venom of a lifelong lie,
While the monitors blink and the sirens cry.
[verse 1]
You sit in the shadows of a stolen ward,
Injecting chaos through a keyboard cord.
Trading total parenteral nutrition for a bitter fix,
Feeding your obsession with pathological tricks.
Blacklisted from the county, fleeing down to the coast,
Chasing validation from an anonymous ghost.
While real bodies wither under terminal strain,
You cultivate a harvest of synthetic pain.
[pre-chorus]
Check the charts, count the lines, trace the infection,
A carefully curated clinical projection.
But the mirror doesn't lie when the feed goes dead,
Just a hollow echo of the venom you spread.
[chorus]
Nefarious Nikki, spinning your web so cold,
A counterfeit trauma beautifully retold.
You put your knee on the neck of the truly weak,
But it’s your own diagnosis that’s looking bleak.
Yeah, you’re drowning in the venom of a lifelong lie,
While the monitors blink and the sirens cry.
[verse 2]
Every other week it’s a septic line design,
Or complex regional pain inside a single joint align.
While your inner circle plays the nurse's part,
You call up psych services to tear a real victim's heart.
You dial up the precinct, play the target on cue,
But the federal eyes are turning toward you.
Frosted flakes in the background, a historical stain,
You're a carrier of malice with a text-message chain.
[pre-chorus]
Check the charts, count the lines, trace the infection,
A carefully curated clinical projection.
But the mirror doesn't lie when the feed goes dead,
Just a hollow echo of the venom you spread.
[chorus]
Nefarious Nikki, spinning your web so cold,
A counterfeit trauma beautifully retold.
You put your knee on the neck of the truly weak,
But it’s your own diagnosis that’s looking bleak.
Yeah, you’re drowning in the venom of a lifelong lie,
While the monitors blink and the sirens cry.
[bridge]
Miraculous recovery, pulling out the central line,
Suddenly the stomach absorbs everything fine.
From the hospital bed to the gym floor space,
But the digital footprint leaves an ugly trace.
Neurocysticercosis where the parasites grow,
Purulent discharge from the hatred you show.
Pseudomonas blooming in the narrative you stage,
Just another ghost locked inside a burner page.
[outro]
The investigation closes.
The burner pages fade to black.
No more sympathy left to borrow.
Just the silence... of your own tomorrow.
