It smells like formaldehyde in here
From all the preservation
Of a Death Thing I've been
Doing lately,
Which is just a waste of time
Unless it's research we're conducting,
And let me tell you
I have journals-full of theories proven:
I deserve a medal of distinction
For my study on the extinction
Of your kindness when I walk into a room.
And though I am a creature of 
The perpetual habit of caring,
I'm going with my baser instincts on this one:
It's time to leave the lab.