I can feel it in my bones
My lying, prying, thriving tones
Stripping layers like onions to a cake
I make my lies for the sweeten prize
Oh your ignorance
Oh your optimism
How I down it all
And swallow your fall
Sex is the virus,
and I am your zombie
I shall chomp thee, and profess and push
A world of hunger, saddened, and life of lack
I taint your blood with my seed
Die and profess my words that
bleed, tarnish, scold, and infect
Kill the others,
feed your need
