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You built a garden to watch it rot
You could get blood from stone
If you want
But for you to be infectious
Maybe not
The needle got me and i'll bleed
On you either way
It doesn't matter which way you face
Somehow i'm always gonna be in your way
Cut from me spend on defense
That's genocide
I'll find myself a hammer now
And construct a box
The size of myself
And when the time is right
They will bring me down
And lay me there on your ground
"a disease maintained by... criminal
Neglect so enormous that it amounts
In genocide."
