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Sadness isn´t sexy, under any circumstances
(They say) people with low serotonin levels don´t invent new dances
Self-mutilation is only cool until you‘re 18 years of age, I´ll never come of age
When your days are sombre, like the darkest onyx
don´t get all caught up in the eudaemonics
Just remember you only have your DNA to blame
when you pop a pill and still, it stays the same, it always stays the same.
Listen here; there is a cure
It´s neither listening to Smiths nor Cure
You won´t find it in French literature, or any health centre brochure
It´s not so bad when put in context, though you might feel like you´re in a vortex
The remedy isn´t complex, get with the groove in your frontal cortex.
Dance, dance to the bashful lull
of misbehaving neurons, crashing into your skull.
snap your fingers and clap your hands to underactive neurotransmitters
Get on your feet and do the abjection jitter
you´re never bitter
always fitter
with the abjection jitter
Now, every so often, we all fall into ennui
Well, I can only speak for me, but I don´t need a lobotomy
The first step is to accept, this life is just absurd, this life is just a turd
To realise it you don´t have to be overly cynical
the medical industry wants all of us to be clinical
But there´s enough dopamine for everyone to go around
around, it always comes around.
I know you might feel somewhat worthless, but here´s a thing that makes it hurt less
it rids you of nervousness and burdens, like an actor before the curtains
Change out of sweatpants, kick off your Crocs, forget about those electro shocks
don´t believe any quacks or docs, my fix is certain like atomic clocks
Dance, dance to the bashful lull
of misbehaving neurons, crashing into your skull.
snap your fingers and clap your hands to underactive neurotransmitters
Get on your feet and do the abjection jitter
you´re never bitter
always fitter
with the abjection jitter
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