Well do you think that I'm the cure?
A panacea for the weak, the broken, the lost?
Or do you think I'm the disease?
An acid specter dealing death for low, low cost!
Well this is it now, the end of your era
I must admit that I feel no remorse
This rampant infection I've seeded among you devours your flesh
Now watch as I swallow your bones
I smile as you cry in fear
I swear that I won't leave a trace
Humanity's already rotten, I'm the answer to all your disgrace
Your mistake was in thinking you're special, but truth is you're overgrown rats
The hammer of justice has fallen; your populace has to face facts
You’ve all reached your collective twilight; in time I will leave you as ghosts
You strike at me bravely and blindly, but I promise you'll suffer the most
As your huddled masses struggle for their last gulps of air
As you clutch your loved ones in fear hoping you will last through the night
I want you to understand that there is no quarantine or barricade that can hold me
I will be the beast that kills you; I am the one to snuff you out
I am unforgiving
There's a madness to my methods
Saints and sinners -I will finish them both
Tinker tailor; soldier sailor
I'll punish them all
Be wise and relinquish your hope
Salvation?
I am saved!
Am I the cure for your disease?
Your fucking parasitic life was fueled by greed
This world that gave you all you'd need; you watched her bleed
So tell me now, am I the cure or the disease?
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