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Mamma, mamma, å kjære vene
Jeg er ute i skogen og helt alene.
Jeg traff på en varulv, en grusom fæl en
Den flekket tenner og satte klørne i magen.
Mamma, mamma, å kjære vene
Jeg er ute i skogen og helt alene.
En vampyr stanset meg, ba pent om en vals.
Så flekket den tenner og gikk rett til min hals.
Mamma, mamma, syng for meg nå
Jeg når ikke hjem, døden vil meg snart få.
Jeg møtte en ugyldig, med ord så snertne
Han smilte til meg og slo kloa i hjertet.
"De verste sykdommene er de som får oss til å tro at vi er friske."
- Ordtak 42, Hysjenes bok
He who leaps for the sky may fall, it's true. But he may also fly.
Love: it will kill you and save you, both.
[...] people didn't realize how deadly a disease love was. For a long time they even viewed it as a good thing, something to be celebrated and pursued. Of course that's one of the reasons it's so dangerous: It affects your mind so that you cannot think clearly, or make rational decisions about your own well-being. (That's symptom number twelve, used in amor deliria nervosa [...])
They've lied about everything- about the fence, and the existence of the Invalids, about a million other things besides. They told us the raids were carried out for our own protection. They told us the regulators were only interested in keeping the peace. They told us that LOVE was a disease. They told us it would kill us in the end.
Mama, mama, help me get home. I'm out in the woods, I am out on my own. I found me a werewolf, a nasty old mutt. It showed me its teeth and went straight for my gut. Mama, mama, help me get home. I'm out in the woods, I am out on my own. I was stopped by a vampire, a rotting old wreck. It showed me its teeth, and went straight to my neck. Mama, mama, put me to bed. I won't make it home, I'm already half-dead. I met an Invalid, and fell for his art. He showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart.
They say that the cure for love will make me happy and safe forever. And I've always believed them. Until now. Now everything has changed. Now, I'd rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years suffocated by a lie.