Under attack, the virus loads in
Out in the back, people are smoking
Off to the rack goes the chosen
So eager to please
I'm glad we talked, I'm glad we could sit down
but now that it's off can't we just please
call off the dogs, sketch out the next round
cause i don't know how long I will last
with this disease
i was asked to believe
it is so cold out here in denial
but you would think that I'm the only one here
yelling at walls, poking at foreheads
scratching my knees, taking my time
bagging the leaves
i was asked to retrieve
all your childhood hopes are such a tease,
cause grownups, fools all we
I am the lost echo of good sex
ain't that the truth. i will bet you
this is our train, this is our life
but that can't explain why this will not die
and this will not die
this will not die
this will not die