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Title: My Body Rejects This Love
[Verse 1]
Pre-op conversation, sterile light and smiling
Telling all our friends how we finally stopped fighting
You draw the maps of us across my living room floor
Pretending your key is the one my front door was built for
And I’m the doctor, and the patient on the table
Swearing to my own damn self this time it will be stable.
[Pre-Chorus]
But there’s a fever rising, just behind my eyes
The antibody warfare, fueled by pretty lies
I take another dose of you to kill the coming ache
But my system knows a foreign thing it wasn't built to take
[Chorus]
And oh, my body rejects this love
Every cell is fighting, says it isn’t good enough
This ain’t a holy union, it’s a hostile merger of the blood
Oh, I’m running out of medicine, my body rejects this love
[Verse 2]
Post-op recovery, checking for the scars
Playing your favorite music too loud inside my car
Nodding when you say forever, a word that tastes like glass
Building a future on a fault line, knowing it won’t last
I’m waging a campaign against my own intuition
Calling my rebellion just a symptom, a condition
[Pre-Chorus]
But there’s a violent shudder when you touch my skin
That’s the frontline battle showing who is gonna win
I medicate the symptoms with a compliment, a kiss
But my soul is screaming at me, there's a better life than this
[Chorus]
And oh, my body rejects this love
Every cell is fighting, says it isn’t good enough
This ain’t a holy union, it’s a hostile merger of the blood
Oh, I’m running out of medicine, my body rejects this love
[Bridge]
You are a foreign kind of heart, beating in my frame
And all my veins are burning trying to forget your name
This was supposed to save me, a transplant of the soul
But the stitches are all breaking and I’m losing all control
Rejection is a promise my own body has to keep
Wakes me from the fantasy when you are sound asleep
[Outro]
Code Blue… shutting down the chemistry
Code Blue… no cure for you in me
Code Blue… it’s a flatline fantasy…
My body rejects…
My body rejects… you.
About The Song
This song, 'My Body Rejects This Love,' uses a powerful, current event as its core metaphor: the recent scientific breakthrough of a successful pig kidney transplant into a human. The song is not about medicine; it's about the deep, instinctual, and physical feeling of being in a relationship that your entire being knows is wrong. The narrator takes on the dual role of patient and surgeon, desperately trying to force a 'foreign' love (the transplanted organ) into their life, hoping it will 'save' them. The lyrics detail the ways we try to suppress our own intuition—our body's natural rejection system—with denial, lies, and forced affection, framed as 'immunosuppressant' medication. The Active Agency Mandate is clear here; the narrator isn't just feeling sad, they are actively 'waging a campaign against their own intuition' and managing a 'hostile merger of the blood.' It translates a complex scientific event into the raw, human battle between the logical mind that wants a relationship to work and the soul that is physically fighting it.
Production Notes
Genre: Alternative R&B / Neo-Soul
Musical Influence: SZA, Frank Ocean, FKA Twigs
Vocals: The lead vocal should be recorded on a close, warm condenser mic like a Neumann U 47 to capture every breathy detail and imperfection. Main vocals should be very dry and upfront in the mix during verses, creating an intimate, almost claustrophobic feeling. In the chorus, stack 3-4 layers of harmony, drenched in reverb and panned wide, to create a sense of internal conflict and chaos. The Bridge vocal should feel strained, almost at a breaking point.
Instrumentation: The track should open with a faint, rhythmically panning EKG beep. Verses are sparse: a deep, sub-bass 808 hit on the one, a syncopated hi-hat pattern, and maybe a few notes from a Fender Rhodes, drenched in chorus effect. The chorus needs to hit hard. Introduce a driving trap beat with a sharp, cracking snare. The sub-bass line becomes more melodic and active. Use synth pads with long attack and release times to create an atmospheric, slightly tense bed underneath everything.
Mix Automation: During the Bridge, automate a subtle high-pass filter on the entire mix, making it feel thin and brittle, before slamming everything back in at full frequency range for the final vocal phrase 'I'm losing all control'. In the outro, automate a low-pass filter to slowly remove the high-end frequencies, simulating a fade-out or 'flatline' effect, leaving only the sub-bass and the final vocal phrase 'rejects...you.'
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