by: Tabby with assistance of Calla who wrote a line or two and played the scribe
*ahem*
I've got an empathy virus
and I can't go out in the sun
My cover is blown, blown, blown!
You work at the cover factory (counterfeit cover)
In the desert the poor in spirit
(You hate the desert)
Your ribonucleics don't define you,
but your love do
I've got an empathy virus
tell me something clever
You're tone deaf
Your birthday's at a karaoke bar
Damien's there, studying bats in Deli
(Bleeding virus)
I've got an empathy virus
camel car crash
The judgment is my judgment was obscured
empathy's gone
You are veiled in the desert
My cover is blown, blown, blown
Love, the gang
P.S. That song was inspired by that stupid movie, get it?
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