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Après la petit mort, homey don't want you no more That surge of dopamine has turned to dust Save for the Coolidge Effect, post coitum omne triste est That fine line between arousal and disgust When the act is complete, you recoil to your feet Excuse yourself and stare into the mirror in disbelief Social cohesion be damned, you just had to get your hands Upon this novel creature's flesh The neurochemistry of all profound regret Trust me kid, you ain't seen nothing yet Oh the ridiculous things in service of self-esteem To be desired, some basic human need The moralistic glee that we all take in the Public airing of fellow hapless human's sins Well, they're rubber, you're glue Your webcam stares back at you The sprawling subdivisions of glass-houses housed within Don't be so hard on yourself You're just like everybody else Aus Songtexte Mania