I never really liked you I know you feel the same Never liked how you walked Never liked how you came Like you were an actor On an off-night Going through the motions Staring at the lights You never really liked me And yet you stuck around It’s like you chose at random Somebody from the crowd I coulda just gone home Like I always did I guess you got me when I couldn’t handle it Now it’s you and me The rest of the species Jostling for space In a chaotic race I’m not special You’re not special We’ll never get along But we’re gonna have to Get through this together Dunno who’s the virus Dunno who’s the host Whoever drives the other Crazier the most If you stay away from me And I away from you We won’t infect each other We’ll have nothing left to do

If I were a virus I’d want to infect you Run around your bloodstream Nuzzle in your goo Get you into bed Shaking and feverish Give you a thirst Dark and delirious If I were a virus I’d get inside your code Rewrite you where I want you In between and down below A pulsing algorithm Of crimson tongue and lips S-curves and sine-waves And undulating hips If I were a virus Take you to the brink Show you how I Am your missing link Lock you down In my chain of command If I were a virus Alas I’m just a man

I come from a pig I come from a bat With a little bit of love I come from a lab Men in white smocks Blood on their hands Men in white smocks Gloves on their hands Who cares where I come from Who cares where I go You don’t need to worry You don’t need to know Doesn’t make a difference Doesn’t change the fact I’m here to do some culling I’m here for the attack I don’t pick favourites I carry no grudge I don’t care who I enter Sludge to me is sludge I attack without mercy Force your armies to defend The only home they’ll ever have Right up to the end I come from a pig I come from a lab I attack without mercy And vanish just like that

Another fake Gutless pretender Nothing new here Nothing to offer Weariness And boredom A copy of a copy of Something once beautiful Oh corruption Along the way So much lost In transcription Cut out the clutter The junk DNA Over and over Try to find a way

Every once in a while for the lonely blue moon’s sake the monk copying scripture makes a small mistake His feathered pen runs out of ink his candle out of wax or he’s been at his desk all day he needs to stretch his back A dotted t a crossed i an ascender out of place a character goes missing a brushstroke is replaced It passes by the censors and all the other scribes It is of course a small mistake so no one realized So it becomes part of rote silent anomalous Hidden deep down in the code and completely useless The code in which it nestles is used to justify the crazy daily goings-on until the pigs can fly Until the pale moon is blue and hell is hard and cold and all of the assumptions are worth their weight in gold The code continues copying itself: that’s what it does though 99% of it is useless pocket fuzz Now temples and cathedrals and soaring empires of rule bottoms set in fuzziness merciless and cruel As the dogma spreads exponentially multiplies the foundations start to crack the pillars calcify Of course it all comes crashing down Coz that’s what big things do Hell is hot the moon is cold again the oceans blue “Change the only constant” or so the cliche goes but no one understands it nobody really knows The mechanisms there in place to keep things fresh and lean must be divine or infinite beyond our wildest dreams But really it’s just random coz makers make mistakes little tiny brushstrokes out of line and out of place It’s not that it’s on purpose nor is it an accident just with so many brushstrokes some shit is bound to happen It doesn’t know it cannot see it neither feels nor cares invisible to optics and indifferent to prayers The monk can mutter all he likes if it helps him relax his mistakes are perfect Wait … I gotta stretch my back!